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“I promise, when they get back I’ll talk to them. I’ll tell them that you’re not a threat and won’t hurt us. I know this is really difficult to understand but there is a good reason they are so touchy. We’ve all been through a lot with the nogitsune and are on edge. But I’m sorry you got stuck in the middle.”

Summer wailed, “But what does a nogitsune have to do with /me/?!” It still didn’t make sense. A prisoner of werewolves — she knew too much about how torture worked to be sanguine about what else they might do to her in pursuit of the information they wanted. Too much reading, she thought to herself, as much as she could still think around the simple fear of death.

“Someone’s coming.”

“They thought you might be one too.” Erica heard the noises of the other wolves home and moved away from the cage. She called up to Derek and Peter when she heard them ask where she was. “I’m down here.” She turned back to Summer. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to let them hurt you.”

She wished she believed Erica’s promise. But the blonde girl had already said she was subordinate to the two men, so how was she ever going to be able to keep her word? Especially if they were all werewolves — wouldn’t there be some kind of pack structure?

And she still didn’t understand /why/ any of them thought she might be a nogitsune!

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“Wow. Out of all the supernatural things that I’ve discovered recently, that actually seems like the coolest thing that I’ve heard.” She smiled over at her, sensing how anxious she was and tried to ease that somewhat. “Sorry about all this. I can sorta feel emotions too, I’m not very good at it but it’s getting easier.”

“But you’re a werewolf!” she protested. “How can you — ” She has to stop and just try to regain some control. There’s too much confusion. “Please, can you find out why I’m here?”

“I promise, when they get back I’ll talk to them. I’ll tell them that you’re not a threat and won’t hurt us. I know this is really difficult to understand but there is a good reason they are so touchy. We’ve all been through a lot with the nogitsune and are on edge. But I’m sorry you got stuck in the middle.”

Summer wailed, “But what does a nogitsune have to do with /me/?!” It still didn’t make sense. A prisoner of werewolves — she knew too much about how torture worked to be sanguine about what else they might do to her in pursuit of the information they wanted. Too much reading, she thought to herself, as much as she could still think around the simple fear of death.

“Someone’s coming.”

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“Honestly, I have no idea what is going through their heads. I don’t control them and they both like to remind me that even though they aren’t alphas now that they both were once and could kick my ass.” She let out a sigh of frustration. She hated when they would hold that over her head. “What’s an empath?”

Summer swallowed hard. “I — I can sense emotion. And sometimes I can make other people feel what I want them to, or take it away. It’s — it’s like telepathy, only with feelings instead of thoughts.”

“Wow. Out of all the supernatural things that I’ve discovered recently, that actually seems like the coolest thing that I’ve heard.” She smiled over at her, sensing how anxious she was and tried to ease that somewhat. “Sorry about all this. I can sorta feel emotions too, I’m not very good at it but it’s getting easier.”

“But you’re a werewolf!” she protested. “How can you — ” She has to stop and just try to regain some control. There’s too much confusion. “Please, can you find out why I’m here?”

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When Erica shifted, Summer swallowed a scream. That was the reason for the edge of wildness she’d felt in all of them. “B-but why would you think I have anything to do with a dark fox spirit? I’m just an empath.” God, those golden eyes were terrifying. “J-just an empath,” she repeated in a whisper.

“Honestly, I have no idea what is going through their heads. I don’t control them and they both like to remind me that even though they aren’t alphas now that they both were once and could kick my ass.” She let out a sigh of frustration. She hated when they would hold that over her head. “What’s an empath?”

Summer swallowed hard. “I — I can sense emotion. And sometimes I can make other people feel what I want them to, or take it away. It’s — it’s like telepathy, only with feelings instead of thoughts.”

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“Your heartbeat. When you lie I can hear it increase but right now it’s steady.” She had no idea if the girl knew about them or not but considering she was locked up, nothing bad could happen if she freaked out. “Wait..is that the only way that you know? What do you know about…the supernatural? And I don’t mean stuff you read, I mean for real.”

“You can hear my heartb—why can you hear my heartbeat? Oh, god,” Summer’s voice ran rough with tears and fear. “Please don’t hurt me. I don’t talk about it. I don’t. The only others I know are in LA. I swear.” Her hands closed white-knuckle tight. “I only know me, my sister, and my sister-friend, really. I promise.”

“Hey, you don’t need to be scared of me. I’m not going to hurt you, I swear. But for you to understand I need to show you something.” She let her eyes flash amber as her fangs elongated and she looked over at her. “I’m a werewolf. So are Derek and Peter. We’ve been having some trouble with a nogitsune who is trying to kill us all and has taken the body of one of our best friends. Everyone’s really on edge so I’m really sorry about this. Derek and Peter think you have something to do with it…what actually are you though?”

When Erica shifted, Summer swallowed a scream. That was the reason for the edge of wildness she’d felt in all of them. “B-but why would you think I have anything to do with a dark fox spirit? I’m just an empath.” God, those golden eyes were terrifying. “J-just an empath,” she repeated in a whisper.

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“M-my heart?” Summer leaned her forehead against the bars. “What does my heart have to do with anything?” She tried to puzzle it out, gave up. “Of course I know what a nogitsune is, I read! I’m not stupid. I study Japanese in school, for gods’ sake. What is going on?!”

“Your heartbeat. When you lie I can hear it increase but right now it’s steady.” She had no idea if the girl knew about them or not but considering she was locked up, nothing bad could happen if she freaked out. “Wait..is that the only way that you know? What do you know about…the supernatural? And I don’t mean stuff you read, I mean for real.”

“You can hear my heartb—why can you hear my heartbeat? Oh, god,” Summer’s voice ran rough with tears and fear. “Please don’t hurt me. I don’t talk about it. I don’t. The only others I know are in LA. I swear.” Her hands closed white-knuckle tight. “I only know me, my sister, and my sister-friend, really. I promise.”

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“Hey. It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” She looked up into the girl’s eyes and listened to her heartbeat. It was beating fast because she was scared but it didn’t raise when she spoke. She wasn’t lying. Surely Derek and Peter had heard that. Why were they still keeping her here? “I believe you. I don’t know why Derek and Peter have you here..I’m sorry.”

Gulping hard, Summer got a grip on her fear and inched back toward the other girl — Erica. “Derek and Peter? Those are the men who have me?” She put her fingers through the bars of the cage. “I don’t understand why I’m here. I didn’t do anything. They keep demanding I give up the nogitsune — I’m not a fox spirit!”

“Yeah..they’re my pack..well one of them is, the other is an entitled asshole.” She was talking about Peter, obviously. “I don’t know why they’ve got you here either. Your heart  would tell them that you’re not lying and- wait. you know what a nogitsune is?”

“M-my heart?” Summer leaned her forehead against the bars. “What does my heart have to do with anything?” She tried to puzzle it out, gave up. “Of course I know what a nogitsune is, I read! I’m not stupid. I study Japanese in school, for gods’ sake. What is going on?!”

She couldn’t remember how long she’d been down there. Without sunlight, days and night blurred together into a hazy scramble of nightmare-laced sleep, brief questioning, and useless attempts to find a way out. She’d tried screaming for help, logical reasoning, tearful pleas — nothing worked. She might have had more luck if she’d been able to pick locks, or wasn’t closed up in a cage slightly smaller than her height.

And that was all setting aside the occasional dose of electricity they jolted her with, and whatever was in the food that managed to suppress her power.

So far she’d seen two, both male. They had a family resemblance, though one was dark and rugged-looking and the other more clean-cut and lighter. Honestly, it was the lighter man she was more afraid of — in the brief times she wasn’t drugged, she could sense a terrifying edge of cunning. The dark one was just scared, mostly, and hiding it.

She curled up small in the cage and rocked quietly, trying to keep her thoughts together. Her stomach growled.