Derek's POV

I was pissed as all hell at Dad for doing this. But I guess that would work to his advantage, the more angry I was, the more authentic it seemed. Dad pulled up to a two story building and drove around to its gated side, he slipped hand cuffs on me and entered the gated area. Lauren must have told him exactly what to do and say or they must have been told to expect him, because Dad flew past all the guards like a regular worker. Every time we got a step closer, my heart sped up more and I cursed him under my breath. How could he be so calm with putting me in so much danger?

He parked the car and two men in white clothing came out as Dad got out of the car. I waited quietly in my seat, seething anger.

"Why is he not sedated?" One of the men asked.

"Because a father can't do that to his son," Dad replied. "He's been mostly compliant so far, you just have to talk to him."

They opened the car door and each grabbed my shoulders. I tried fighting them off a little but pretty much did as I was told. Trick or not, I was in actual danger. They lead us to a set of doors that lead into the building. Told my Dad to go in the left door and fill out paperwork, there was a flash of panic in his eyes at us separating. He hadn't planned on that. The two men insisted that he did and led me to the door on the right before Dad could argue more. They obviously weren't going to waste time explaining when they had a conscious person to escort. As we passed through I cursed at him again, rather loudly this time. I knew I wasn't getting out of this situation easily.

The smell of sterilized medical equipment was almost overwhelming when we walked through the next set of doors.

"You're the first to see this," the man on my right commented to me. "All the other subjects come in unconscious."

He was quickly shushed by the other man in white.

I didn't respond to him. They guided down a hallway that was lined with windows in between doors. The windows must be one way mirrors because the people inside these rooms didn't look up at us as we walked by. They all seemed to be around my age, possibly other subjects? But why would they be putting subjects together in rooms? It would be safer to keep us all apart.

We walked past a room that was more full than the others. There were multiple people sitting on a couch, one of girls was laying across the lap of one of the guys. She must have been fast asleep because she barely moved and hair covered her face. He gently played with the hair tucked behind her ear. As I turned my head to look away, she adjusted herself and her hair fell, not covering her face anymore. Chloe?!

I immediately tried to pull myself from the grip of the two men. They held on tight. I kicked the man on my left's shin. He didn't budge. Whatever these two men were, they were a lot stronger than I anticipated.

"Chloe!" I screamed.

I ripped my arms from the men's grips, I think I dislocated one of them in the process. My right arm hung by my side suddenly not very useful and flaring with pain. I backed away from the two men and towards the door to her room.

I slammed my fist against it and screamed her name again. I heard the faint creek of a door behind me and turned. A third person I hadn't heard approach, opened a door to the next room. The two men grabbed my arms and pushed me into the room. Locking the door.

I screamed curse after curse and slammed myself against the door. She was here. She was alive. She was so close. She was sleeping next to another man...

Third Person Werewolves POV

Nate had found a room, not quite a locker room per say, but workers definitely changed here. The place stunk of feet and there were clothes all about. Ron was the first to find a white lab coat that someone left behind. It had a key card on it.

"Score," he said.

He pulled it off the coat and they continued on. Sylvia was honestly surprised at how far they had gone without being questioned. Nate stopped walking and lifted his head up. The other two watched him confused until they realized there was a vent above them. They listened in like Nate and faintly heard a commotion echoing through it.

"Could that be one of ours?" Sylvia asked.

"One dumb way to find out," Nate said and started jogging, looking for the hallway that it was coming from.

Two men in white clothes rounded a corner and the trio immediately stopped jogging so they wouldn't be suspicious.

The one muttered to the other, "Idiotic kids."

"The Dad too, knock him out first and we won't have these problems."

The trio rounded the corner that the two men came from and stopped, there was a group of workers halfway through the hallway doing something they couldn't see. If they tried to watch, it would be obvious that they were up to something.

"Dad and kids? Sounds like our crew," Nate said lowly.

They started down the hallway once the group of workers dispersed and caught the familiar scent of Nate's son.

"Definitely our crew," Nate said.

They heard the rattling of one of the doors and decided to go check it out. Sylvia looked through the glass and at first did not see anyone in the room. But then she saw the shadow of someone next to the door. She tapped on the glass.

"What are you doing?" Nate hissed.

"He's in here," Sylvia replied.

Ron scanned the key card and was denied access. That wasn't going to work.

"Your majesty," he mocked and stepped back from the rattling door.

Nate rolled his eyes at him, not amused. Gripped the door handle and twisted until something snapped. A surprised Derek stood on the other side as it swung open. He gripped his shoulder.

"Hi," Sylvia smiled. "Thought we would drop by for a visit."

"Stop it you two. This is not the time for jokes."

Derek stepped out of the room, past them, and to the next window.

"She's gone!" He yelled angrily and punched the glass.