Silence, coldness, and darkness welcomed my awakening. I have to say, afterlife looks duller than what I had in mind. There are a few concepts of what happens after death: reincarnation to another living thing, going to heaven or hell, a whole lot of duskiness with nothing else, and my personal favorite, becoming a part of space, whether it be stars, or just in the air. No one ever mentioned white concrete walls, architectonic furniture, and a black wolf.

A black wolf sits on the ground, at the end of the uncomfortable lounge, with his red eyes focused on me. Those eyes are the last thing I remembered seeing before I was enveloped into a slumber. I stiffened as everything came back to me all at once: Idris' scream, the woman's scratched, bleeding body and the bullet buried in my right arm. Inching closer to the small lamp in front of me, my eyes found their way back to that area, which is now hidden beneath an elastic bandage.

Dried blood still painted my clothing as well as a few spots on my skin, and pain remains on my body, but I felt okay. I ran a hand down my arm while eyeing the wolf suspiciously. "Did you help me?" The wolf gave no answer in return. He only continued watching me. "Where are my friends?" The freezing air circled around the place, causing me to shiver. I pulled myself off the gray seat and got on my feet to get my jacket from the other side of the room, on the floor, by the hearth. "Where are we?" I asked loudly, not bothering to direct it to the wolf. I put on my leather jacket, which was a little difficult because of the burning on my arm, but I really don't want to freeze to death. Then again, this jacket doesn't do much protecting from this coldness.

I searched for an opening and found a door near the wolf. I was only able to go five feet in front of it before it was guarded. The mighty wolf blared his sharp teeth at me and snarled. I slowly reached over him and touched the doorknob of the metallic door. The wolf grew angrier and let out a hair-raising bark.

He isn't going to let me out. He took me when I fainted, fixed my wounded arm, and now he isn't going to let me leave.

"Did you seriously just kidnap me?" I glowered at the massive wolf whose head is the same level as my ribs. I laughed bitterly as the wolf sat in front of the door and got comfortable there. A guard dog. "Where am I? What did you do to Idris and Rami?" My chest tightened at the thought of the boys. I don't know what happened to them, but I need them to be okay. Hearing Idris moments before I passed out really concerns me. I don't know if it was the soldiers who got to him, or Lysander. As much as I hate those soldiers, I hope it was them who got to Idris, and not the latter, who has the power to actually kill the vampire.

This wolf in front of me has the strength to kill a vampire. To kill humans. To kill me. But he hasn't done it. He treated me. My intuition is telling me this is Lysander, but a part of my brain is telling me otherwise. Now, my heart, well it doesn't know yet.

"Lysander." I whispered, getting on my knees to match his level. The wolf flicked his eyes on me warily. "Lysander, I'm sorry we didn't make it on time. I don't know what they did to you but I will fix it." I promised. "Whatever it takes. This, whatever this is, is not you."

I dared myself to touch him. I reached my hand towards his face, ignoring the low growling he was starting to make. As soon as the tips of my fingers grazed on his fur, the wolf got on his four feet and raised one with sharp nails to scratch my extended hand. The scratch was not deep, but it was enough to draw out blood.

No, definitely not Lysander.

I used my shirt to wipe the blood from my hands. Meanwhile, the wolf backed away from me and stopped growling. His eyes blinked as he studied his sharp paws, then they narrowed as they returned to me with confusion.

I said nothing else and moved away from him. It's clear to say I'm not dead and whoever I'm with, is not my Lysander. At least, not fully.

***

I am in some sort of hideout or bunker. A military hideout, judging from a few military clothes on display. There is another room connected to the main room I woke up in: the kitchen. It isn't big, but roomy enough for a few soldiers. In there, I found food and water that are still good, so I'm assuming this hideout is still used from time to time. The food isn't exactly In-N-Out, Lobsters and fries, but more like crackers, peanut butter, protein bars and canned meals. Not the best, but the kind that lasts for apocalyptic situations. There are also some medicine, first-aid kit, which is most likely how the werewolf treated me, and little objects such as magnifying glasses, maps, telescopes, flashlights and books. However, no communication devices. I thought that would be the one thing they would have.

After wandering around the apartment-sized hideout, I returned to the lounge with the animal still standing by the door. I wanted to chuck something at him. A shoe, maybe.

"Why did you even take me here?" I asked calmly, leaning my back against the wall near the door. "What, do you think you can take me here and everything will be fine? No. Someone will eventually find us. Whether it be a damn soldier, a vampire or a really bad ass human nerd, someone will find us. If a soldier finds us, you and I will be separated and you will return to that base. If the vampire or Rami find us, you will come with me and I will fix you. Because this isn't you. You aren't Lysander. Right now, you're 17."

The wolf suddenly jumped in front of me. I heard the familiar cracking of bones before the figure shifted to his tall, muscular, naked form. I was pressed against the wall while he places his hands on both of my sides, trapping me between them, the wall and his warm skin. Instead of the grey eyes I wanted to see, red continued to bore back, weakening the bit of confidence I had.

His face was merely half an inch away from mine and I had to hold my breath. "No." His deep voice vibrated. "You will stay with me. No soldiers. No vampires. No humans. Just me." He growled once again before closing the smallest distance between us. His lips roughly found mine, stealing the air from my lungs. I felt his sharp teeth against my lips and a callused hand around my neck. Then, the positions switched: fingers on my lips and teeth against my neck. I felt him bite my skin as he moaned, "My mate."

Every part of me is petrified. My lungs. My eyes. My fingers. My lips. I could not move a muscle other than my involuntary racing heart. It wasn't until my head ached as if trying to wake me up from a trance that I had the energy to try pushing him away - or rather, push myself away from him.

"No. You are not Lysander. I'm not your mate."

His fist clenched as he raised them in the air and launched towards me. I let out a yelp as I ducked and put my arms around my face to protect myself. However, I felt nothing hit me. I only heard the noise of nails scratching the walls, a noise that set my teeth on edge. I looked up to see that the werewolf's nails had returned to ruin the walls that I was just resting on. He briefly glared at me before storming out of the room, going in to the kitchen.

Sighing, I laid down on the seat I woke up on. I put a hand on my forehead and shut my eyes. 17. Not Lysander. There are knives in the kitchen. I could use it against him and make a run for it, but he would heal instantly and catch me with little to no effort. Even if I could escape with sheer dumb luck, I wouldn't know where to go. I am certain we're still in the middle of a desert. He couldn't have gotten far enough without getting caught, so I'm sure we're not too far from Area 51 but I do not at all want to go back there either. I went there to get Lysander, despite what they've done to him. I have hands on him now, even if he's being difficult. I can't let him go. But we can't stay here and do nothing. People will find us eventually. I don't know what to do.

***

Later on, the werewolf returned to the room, still naked and careless. It's a little hard to enjoy the sight since this isn't the same man I'd gone under the bed covers with. He set a plate that contained food that are in the kitchen cupboard: a disgusting canned ham, an apple, hardtacks with peanut butter and a bottle of water.

"Eat." He demanded. I made no attempt to move. He breathed heavily as he scooted the plate closer to me. "Don't make me force this on your mouth."

I frowned at his words and tone. "Lysander would never..." Never had the werewolf spoken that way to me before. I looked away from him while crossing my arms and legs.

The dark haired man groaned at my stubbornness.

"No one is coming to rescue you. If you're waiting for your vampire friend, he's gone."

"What?!" My heart dropped. "Idris... No. He couldn't..." No no no no no. Not Idris. I gazed at his red eyes to see any sign of bluffing but he is very serious as he is angry.

"I killed him." He says like it was nothing. Like Idris was nothing. He even had the nerve to smirk. "Stabbed him in the heart."

I covered my mouth with my hand as I let out a broken cry. "No." Tears immediately flowed while my heart crumbled. I left my seat and dove for the werewolf, my clenched fists hitting his chest. "How could you! He was my friend!" I screamed though tears. "He saved my life!" I punched him harder. "He saved yours!"

His hands caught mine, stopping me from throwing punches that does nothing to him. "We are not friends." He spat with disgust. "I don't care about any vampire. Or any humans, other than my mate. We will leave soon before anyone finds us. Now, eat."

I shook my head and gave him a slap in the face before running to the kitchen. "Fuck!" My right arm burned with pain, hurting more than before. "Idris." I sat on the floor and let sobs escape my lips. I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted any other lives lost because of me. Two was enough and now I have to live with another.