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then made her way to the adjoining bathroom. After she was showered and dressed, she found a toothbrush still in it's packaging and brushed her teeth.

    She entered the bedroom and walked over to the window. She was about to unlatch and open the window, when she heard the key turn in the lock. She quickly pulled her hand from the latch and crossed her arms over her chest, trying for a pose of nonchalance.

    “I see you've made yourself at home. I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to do so,” Travis stated from behind her as he entered the room. He walked over to the bedside table, lifted the food cover and smiled with satisfaction to see his prisoner had eaten. He waited for her to turn to him and begin asking her questions again. He was astounded when she continued to ignore him. No one ignored him. He was the Alpha of a prestigious pack and a werewolf. He could crush her using only his fingers.

    He grabbed her shoulder in a firm grip and spun her around to face him. She kept her eyes lowered.
    This pleased him very much. It showed him she was accepting of his dominance, his power as an Alpha male wolf. He placed a finger beneath her chin, tilting her face to his. He couldn't prevent the backwards step he took, when he saw the fury in her eyes. He stepped forward again, took her chin between his thumb and index finger and squeezed. He knew he was causing her pain. He felt the muscles in her body tighten. She kept her gaze on his and her expression of fury didn't waiver. He released his hold on her brought his hand up to her cheek, and smiled as she flinched away from his touch. She wasn't impervious to fear, as much as he thought. She was just hiding it.
    This satisfied him enough to step back from her, he gave her a smirk and left the room.

    Meg gulped in a huge breath of air as she heard the key turn in the lock once more. She rubbed her chin and winced at the pain. She was going to have a bruise on either side of her chin. The mongrel had hurt her quite badly, but there was no way she was ever going to let on to him. He was definitely a sandwich short of a picnic. Meg had seen the madness in his eyes. She had to get out of here, now.
    She reached for the lock on the window and flipped it up. She held her breath as she slowly pushed the window open. It slid up without a sound. She released her breath as she straddled the window sill and looked down to the ground below. There was a bush directly below her window. She prayed she could push off far enough from the window sill, to avoid landing on the bush. Taking another breath, she swung her other leg over the sill, until her legs were dangling. She gave a mighty push using all the strength in her arms; and hoped like hell no one heard her land on the ground.

    Meg tried to land on the balls of her feet, to limit the amount of sound she made on impact. She held still, not moving or breathing as she listened to her surroundings. The knee of her right leg was throbbing, since she had twisted slightly on her landing. There was nothing she could do about it now.
    She had to get out of here and fast.

    She scanned around one last time, then took off running. She aimed for the trees she could see about twenty feet in front of her. She prayed with every step she took. Please, please, please, help me get out of here. She chanted in her mind. By the time Meg made it amongst the trees, her knee was throbbing painfully, and felt as if it was twice it's normal size.
    She didn't stop, she couldn't afford to. There was no way of knowing what that sicko would do to her, if he caught her again. No, she wouldn't give up until she was safe. Hopefully she would find the road and be able to flag down a driver. She could get a lift back to town and report Nik as well as Travis. They would both end up locked up in a mental institution or jail.

    Megan felt a pain pierce her chest at the thought of Nik, locked away. He wasn't crazy. He had proven he was a werewolf. She knew it would be the end