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think he even realized the significance of what just happened. My eyes widened, then narrowed.
    “Just what happened at the meeting, Mark?” He stiffened at the mention of it.
    “I was challenged for third.”
    Oh shit. I didn’t think he would really answer me, he never answered me. None of the wolves did. They were told that they should avoid talking to me and if they ever touched me Mitch would rip them apart. Or at least that’s what I assumed because of their treatment of me. Then again, I’d only come into contact with about ten of them.
    “Oh Mark, what happened? Where you hurt?” I tried my best to keep calm and not push him away. I wanted information and if I had to play nice to get it, I would.
    “Dillon,” he spat the name as though it were a curse. Then his face twisted into an expression that made me think the name left a bad taste on his tongue. “He challenged me and won. And Mitch did nothing but stand there and watch.”
    This was how a pack worked. Mark was really close to Mitch yet he had allowed the challenge to take place. Dissension in the ranks?
    My mouth hung open with shock. Dillon was further down in the pack. He was a tall man, but not ripped. He was toned, more of a runner’s body than that of someone who sculpted his body though. Moreover, he was what I believe to be the definition of a sociopath. He had meal duty once. After he shoved me against a wall, Mitch never let him near me. Mitch and Dillon were very similar, but Dillon hurts creatures just to see them in pain. Had Mitch not been close by, I'm not sure what would have happened.
    I shivered at the memory.
    I glanced up to see Mark studying me. He clearly had his ass beaten and, damn it, I was not feeling sorry for the creepy bastard. I just wasn’t. Ugh.
    I smiled softly at him and said, "He's an asshole, Mark."
    Damn it, I was feeling sorry for the greasy, beady-eyed creature.
    He eyed me warily. I sighed.
    "Look I don't like any of you. Your dick of an alpha killed me and has the man I love locked up somewhere. And not one of you will help me. But, beyond that, Dillon…" I trailed off as I heard something just outside of the room. It passed, but I lowered my tone marginally. “Mark, Dillon is sick in the head. Like he skeeves me out. I'm sorry you lost, but I think you're lucky to still be breathing."
    God, why was I being nice to him?
    “You’re not always a cunt, are you?” he replied, walking to the door.
    "Why Mark, I think that’s the nicest thing you have ever said to me," I said to the closing door.
    Mitch’s pack was huge. There were more than thirty members. None of whom were female. I was the only one. Not that I would be here for long, I hoped. I’d only met about ten of the pack members. Mitch would only let the top members of the pack near me because he couldn’t trust the rest of them. I think the reality was that I would be able to overpower them. There was a small part of me that thought the rest of the pack really didn’t know what he was doing to me. I often wondered if they would object to it.
    I opened the covered dishes and found a tuna fish wrap and chips. Hey, it was food, right? My mind slid back to what Mark told me about Dillon. I didn't know why this conversation seemed like it could be a way out, but it was possible I could use Mark. I mean if I were actually nice to him, maybe he would leave the door unlocked or give me tidbits of information.
    I began to formulate a plan. Ugh, that wouldn't work. If I did get away, Mitch would just come after me. There would be nothing to stop him and he has proven killing people was not above him. I’d only tried to kill Mitch once. The same night I tried to escape.
    I couldn't kill him. There seemed to be this invisible force stopping me. That's when he informed me that a wolf couldn’t kill its maker. Along with my night-long punishment, my hopes of getting out on my own were utterly dashed.
    I ate my lunch, trying desperately to think of a way to