  &quot;How are we meant to get out of here? We re on the lowest floor and the elevator is that way?&quot; I nod with my head in the direction we came from; a growing tight knot of anxiety that maybe his plan is not the best. He waves at the trucks again, reminding me of their presence, but I m not sure how they will help down here.
  &quot;The one on the end is a medical truck, and that platform lifts to the ground above. It s how we store them and transport things in and out.&quot; 
  As soon as he says it, I spin my head, eyeing the last green military truck that looks like its half-brother was a tank, and see the gears of the platform on the space behind it. The poles and hydraulics lining the steel wall in shadow and look up into a cavernous space that opens over your head when you get up close to them. From my room, I couldn t see it, but this space goes up some hundred or more fee

  &quot;Are you okay, my dear?&quot; Doc s voice waves at me from what seems like a long distance away and I realize how, in my head, I ve drifted into a state of numbness. We re still rumbling along this dark makeshift path, carved through the dense forest, and I was so zoned out in my mind I completely faded to dark. My cheeks are damp with the tears that sprung out of me and I m staring blankly ahead, in a state of disconnect, ahead, like everyone I know suddenly died a horrible death, again, and I had to watch.
  &quot;I can t be one of those ... those ... creatures. They killed everyone in the orphanage.&quot; It s a soft, pitiful whispering tone, and I can t bring myself to look at him. My head so full of confusion, pain, and questions, and I keep picturing Colton s face, his dimpled smile, and those deep dark sexy eyes, and what he s going to think when he finds out … Meadow, the 

  I miss him so much it kills me, even if I can t get past what he s done to our bond, and I m still broken by him. It adds to my urgency in looking around for some kind of pointer in what to do. I shake myself and remind myself that the girl I was, she s dead. Little Alora of the Whyte pack at Elren farm, peacefully living a carefree life. The war saw to her parents  unplanned departure, and Juan saw they never came back. She died a long time ago, when her life was turned upside down, and it altered everything she knew. Her path disintegrated, and all those dreams and hopes fluttered away on the breeze.
  That unwanted, rejected, and feeble little no one who imprinted on a boy ten years later, who stood in her place—also dead! She, who couldn t be allowed to love her fated mate because of what she was. She never really existed anyway. She was a lie that was fed to me and made me live un

&quot;How are we meant to get out of here? We re on the lowest floor and the elevator is that way?&quot; I nod with my head in the direction we came from; a growing tight knot of anxiety that maybe his plan is not the best. He waves at the trucks again, reminding me of their presence, but I m not sure how they will help down here.
  &quot;The one on the end is a medical truck, and that platform lifts to the ground above. It s how we store them and transport things in and out.&quot; 
  As soon as he says it, I spin my head, eyeing the last green military truck that looks like its half-brother was a tank, and see the gears of the platform on the space behind it. The poles and hydraulics lining the steel wall in shadow and look up into a cavernous space that opens over your head when you get up close to them. From my room, I couldn t see it, but this space goes up some hundred or more feet to a set of closed metal doors on the top ceiling.
  &quot;And then what? We drive around until s

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