The Rejected Wolf

Andy POV

I am not sure how long I have been here, it feels like weeks.

Everyday my wolf grows weaker, no matter how hard I try, my power is failing me.

The closest I've come to escaping was setting a paper plate on fire. Which confused my kidnappers, luckily, they are not the smartest bunch.

At first, they fed me, but they haven't given me anything in days. Every time I move, the wire cuts me even deeper, the wolfsbane's burning into my skin until I pass out - the weaker I get, the angrier I become, why the hell are they even doing this?

Since I got here, I haven't seen Connor again. They all seem like they are just waiting for something, for someone.

Idiot number one walks through the cabin door, a smirk on his face. "Wake up bitch." I think his real name is Derrick, but the nickname suits him more.

He has been the only person I've seen in over a week. He's also vile. He enjoys watching me in pain, I can see it in his eyes. Every morning he brings me food and eats it in front of me. Damn asshole. He's the first person I'm killing the second I get free, I had decided that the second he put his hands on my chest.

He began to eat the plate of pasta he had brought. "The show's about to start."

"What show? What the hell do you want with me?"

"We want you to die."

"Then just kill me!" I screamed. Laughing, he shrugs. "Believe me I want to, but well, someone's paid well to kill you themselves." What? Who?

"Who?"

"Me, sweetheart." That voice, I know that voice. Ice travelled down my back. I know that it can't be him, how can it? He started walking around Derrick to get closer to me. He looks older, his hair is starting to grey, and his face is now wrinkled, but his sneer is still the same. How the hell is he still alive?

"Remember me sweetheart?" Taking off his jacket, he pushed his arm toward me. "You're the freak who gave me this." His whole left arm was covered in scars, it looked like the skin had melted off. "You killed my whole unit, sweetheart."

"You killed my family!" I yelled at him as he stepped closer. His hand wrapping around my neck, his fingers tightening, leaving me gasping. I struggled, the wires cutting into my skin. My vision began to fade, but before I passed out, he released his grip.

"You don't think I would let you die so easily, do you? I am going to make it hurt, but first, let me figure out what you are sweetheart." He laughed as he grabbed something metallic from the floor. As he walked back towards me, I could see it more clearly, a crowbar.

"Let's have some fun, sweetheart." He smirked at me and struck me with the crowbar, causing my ribs to make a sickening crack.

The air flew from my lungs as I hunched over. He hit me again, "We're just getting started, sweetheart." I could hear Derrick laughing as the crowbar collided with my face, my vision blurring.

"Is that all you've got asshole?" I felt my anger rising inside me. It feels like I'm burning from the inside out, my blood boiling in my veins.

He snarled at me as he grabbed something from his bag. I heard hissing and knew what it was before I saw it.

Putting the blowtorch against my cheek, he sneered and hissed as he spewed fumes at me. I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain, but it didn't come. I only felt heat. My anger was building, growing every second, trying to explode out of me.

"What the fuck," he yelled. As I opened my eyes, I saw why. The flames touched my skin, but instead of burning me, it appeared as if they were attracted to me.