"Here's the deal," Derek said.

"Deal?" Liam laughed. "This isn't up for negotiation, pup."

"It is if you want my cooperation. I'll go with you, but the first thing we do is get her on a bus. After I've seen her leave safely, I'm all yours."

"Uh-huh." Liam rolled back on his heels. "Is your intelligence feeling a mite insulted, Ramon?"

"Sure is." Ramon strolled up beside his friend.

"You said you'd release her-"

"And we will. Once you've done your part. Until then, she's our collateral to make sure you do. And don't worry; we'll take good care-"

"Hold it right there!" shouted a feral voice that wasn't coming from the two werewolves before me. I felt strong arms come from behind me and something being put over my mouth. It smelled like pennies; then everything went black.

I woke up with my hands cuffed behind my chair. I looked around the room. It wasn't what a person would normally expect to see in an interrogation room. There was an expensive looking wood desk before me and behind it were bookshelves full of beautifully covered books.

The door opened and a man came through. He was tall, had blond hair and blue eyes. He was in his late thirties and very scary looking. He pulled out the chair and sat down, throwing a manila folder on the table. It had my name written on the designated place. I just kept looking at the table.

"Chloe Saunders, 15, sent to Lyle House and now reported as missing." He sighed, like he was tired and wanted the truth, I'm sure maybe part of that was true. "I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to be straight with me, okay?"

"O-o-okay," I stuttered. I closed my eyes. This was a horrible time to deal with a stutter when faced with a freaky guy. "Derek didn't d-d-d-do anything!"

"No interruptions," he growled and I shut up.

"How do you know Liam and Ramon?" he asked. I looked up at his face trying to let him know that I was being truthful.

"W-w-we just m-met them," I choked out. He leaned back, crossing his arms.

"Who's we?" he asked. I knew there was a method to his madness but I couldn't follow it so I just went along with it, hoping eventually he'd get to the truth.

"M-me and Derek," I said. I tried to situate myself in the chair so I was comfortable. The cuffs were tight. Never in my life had I been in handcuffs. I guess that's not all too surprising.

"Your boyfriend," he sighed, changing his line of questioning, "What are you two doing in Syracuse?"

"Derek's n-n-not my b-boyfriend," I stuttered. Why would he think Derek's my boyfriend? I guess I couldn't fault him. Fifteen year-old girl is traveling with a sixteen year-old boy, both having escaped a psych ward house. My life was turning into a lifetime movie.

"Sorry, what are you and your friend doing in Syracuse?" he asked gruffly.

"We're going to see a friend of his father's," I got out without stuttering once. Of course, given the circumstances it didn't really brighten my day.

"How'd you find out that," he looked in the folder, "Derek was a werewolf?" he asked growling Derek's name. He leaned forward on the table causing me to lean back. I'm guessing that this man was a werewolf too. Then he opened his mouth in a toothy smile. Yep, I'd definitely say he was a werewolf.

"He didn't tell me," I said and the man raised an eyebrow, prodding me to continue. "I guessed."

"You guessed?" he said. And when he said it, it sounded lame. But it was the truth. I just nodded and then he huffed. "So you're telling me that you just guessed that your friend was a werewolf? How many breadcrumbs did he leave you until you figured it out?"

"H-h-he didn't w-w-want me to f-find out," I stuttered.

"Kid, I'm trying to help you out, but you're not making any sense. Did you know that werewolves are not supposed to tell humans what we are?"

"I d-don't know, yes? I guess that makes sense," I rambled on and he smiled slightly.

"What do you know about Derek?" he asked and when I didn't answer he expanded. "What do you know about werewolves? Is there anything special about Derek? Do you know who his father is? Anything?"

I stayed quiet. I didn't know what was okay to say and what wasn't. "You'll make things easier on yourself if you tell me what you know."

"I don't know who Derek's father is," I sighed, "I don't even think he knows."

"Why not? His mum sleep around?" he asked with a professional tone.

"It's because of the Edison Group," I let it out. It felt good for someone to know something.

"The Edison Group?" he asked with curiosity, "What's that?"

"Have you heard of Samuel Lyle?" I asked, he grunted something unintelligible and I granted that a non-committal grunt. I couldn't tell it was yes or no so I continued. "He did tests on supernaturals. The Edison Project is doing that. Well, it's already been done." I sighed and looked around the room, anywhere else but the man before me. "They did experiments on babies. Experimenting with their powers, I'm not really sure what they did. I don't even think they know.

"They separated the experiments and waited, watching to see which ones would succeed and which ones would need to be terminated. When the experiments came into their powers, or whatever you'd call it for a werewolf, they brought them together in a controlled environment."

"Lyle House," said the man. He leaned back with bewildered eyes. "So you're trying to tell me that people are trying to continue the experiments that Samuel Lyle was trying to do?"

I nodded. The whole thing made me think I was crazy. "And you're telling me that Derek's one of the experiments?" I nodded again. I could hear the pity in his voice when he asked the next question. "Are you one of the experiments?" I looked up into his eyes and nodded.

"You're a supernatural?" I nodded. "And that's how you guessed that Derek was a werewolf because you were a supernatural."

I shrugged at that. "He told me what I was." I said. He looked surprised that I'd said something. I was somewhat surprised too. I'd just been nodding after I gave my history lesson.

"And what are you, Chloe?" he asked. It might have been a simple question but the answer required a lot of trust. The only people that knew I was a necromancer were Simon, Derek and Tori. Well, those were the people I trusted with the information, the Edison Group obviously knew. I looked up at him and he must have seen the determination not to tell him in my eyes. "I'll be back," he said.

His eyes were kinder. He got up and walked towards the door, his back to me. "I'm a necromancer," I blurted. He stopped. He turned around and looked at me with disbelieving eyes.

"A necromancer," he ventured and I nodded. He stood there for a moment looking at me with shock. The door opened that the man was about to exit. A man stood there looking very composed. I don't know if that comforted me or not. He motioned the man who was talking to me to leave us alone.

He walked over to the table and sat down. "Chloe, I am the Alpha of the Pack, my name is Jeremy. Now, I need you to tell me all you know about the Edison Group."