In Between The Alphas
Chapter 63

"You haven't eaten anything," Logan noted from across the counter and I just shrugged.

I had another nightmare again and honestly food is the last thing on my mind right now. I really want to tell Logan about them but I know he's going to just blame it on stress but there is something real about those dreams. "Earth to Charlotte," Logan said snapping his fingers in front of my face and I blinked up at him, "You should eat something."

"It's alright," I shrugged ignoring the frown growing on his face, "I'm not hungry."

"That's bullshit," he said, "You didn't eat anything at all yesterday. What is going on?"

"Nothing; I'm fine," I lied, "Can we drop this? I thought we had somewhere to be."

"We're not leaving here until you eat something," he said and I narrowed my eyes at him, "You can look at me like that all you want but my decision stands."

"I can't," I said softly and he shrugged.

"Then we're not going," was his simple reply, "I could really use a day off anyways."

I rolled my eyes and stacked two pancakes on my plate and forced a piece into my mouth.

"Happy?" I asked after I had swallowed and he gave me a smirk.

"Elated,"

"Listen if you feel uncomfortable then tell me and we'll get the hell out of there," Logan said as we stopped in front of what I'm guessing is the dungeons.

"I'm fine Logan," I said with an eye roll as I got out of the car.

The building wasn't what I expected. I expected something along the lines of a graying building that stank of piss and blood- probably like the one back home. But this looked like any other building, it had brick walls and it looked pretty immaculate and even when we entered I still didn't smell anything.

"Are you sure we're in the right place?" I couldn't help but ask and he gave me an amused look.

"I think I know where the dungeons are in my own pack," he said with a teasing smile.

"I know that," I rolled my eyes, "It just doesn't loom or smell like one."

"The dungeons are under the building," he said and my mouth formed an o. "How do you know what a dungeon smells like?" "It's not hard to guess," I lied and he narrowed his eyes at me so I quickly changed the subject. "Where's Greg?"

"He's waiting for us downstairs," he said and his face took on an unreadable expression, "It's not too late to change your mind." "He's waiting for us downstairs," he said and his face took on an unreadable expression, "It's not too late to change your mind." "I want to do this," I said softly and he let out a ragged breath before nodding.

He led me to a locked door and went in first and I inhaled sharply before following after him.

That was when the smell hit me and I almost gagged.

"It's horrible isn't it?" he asked and I nodded.

"I just forgot how bad it is."

"What do you mean you forgot?" he asked in a cold tone and I thought of how to put my words nicely so he doesn't blow a fuse.

"This isn't my first time walking into a dungeon," I said in what I hope is a nonchalant voice.

"Have you been in a cell before?" of course he would see through my bullshit, "Charlotte-,"

"Yes I have," I said simply and when he opened his mouth I cut him off, "We can talk about it later; I don't want to be in here any longer than I need to."

He clenched his jaw for a second before nodding and leading me down the stairs and through a narrow passage. The further we walked the worse the smell was and I tried not to look at the different people locked in the cells.

I think because of how nice Logan has been to me, I had forgotten who he is and this is a reality check.

I saw Greg standing in front of another set of iron doors and he grimaced when he saw me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked and I nodded then he turned to Logan, "You know I don't like the fact that she's here."

"She wants to see him," he said, "So let her."

Greg pushed the door open and I swear I threw up in my mouth a little. There was crusted blood all over the walls and the smell of piss and sweat was overwhelming and if I looked in the cage next to the mountain of fur then I would be able to see little bits of what looks like skin. "Did you do this to him?" I asked and Logan shook his head.

"He did it to himself,"

"Where is he?" I asked and I followed where his finger pointed to what I thought was a mountain of fur but was actually a half shifted Jake. "What is wrong with him?"

"He's crazy," Greg deadpanned, "What do you think."

At the sound of our footsteps Jake stood up and I saw that his hands and feet were chained to the walls, probably to stop him from hurting himself.

"Charlie," his voice was a lot coarser and deeper than I remember, "Charlie please it's not me I swear, I-,"

He doubled over and when he raised his head again his eyes were pitch black and he charged at the bars with a loud snarl that had me jumping back a few feet and Logan had to put a hand on my waist to steady me.

Gone was the calm Jake. Now there was foam dripping from his mouth and I'm sure he would have charged me if not for the chains holding him back.

"What was that?" I asked as I watched him struggle against the chains.

"That's what happens every day," Logan said from behind me, "He says a few coherent sentences then he turns into a snarling beast."

"It's almost like he's two different people," Greg added and that was when a light bulb lit in my head.

"He did that a few times," I said and they both turned to me, "He would stop and try to apologize or something then the next minute his expression completely changes and then he acts like nothing happened. It was almost like he was two different people." "Why didn't you tell me about this?" Logan asked and I shrugged.

"I never thought it was important," I admitted, "And I forgot about it, it was Greg's comment that made me remember."

I turned back to the cage where Jake had stopped struggling and was lying limp. I would have thought he was asleep if not for his mouth moving slowly.

"What are you going to do about him?" I asked. None of them answered so I turned to Greg.

"Don't look at me," he said raising his hands to show his innocence, "I haven't been here since the first day they brought him here. I'm only here right now because of you."

I turned to Logan and he shrugged, "I'm not sure yet; I'm trying to see if we can get hold of a few covens."

"A coven," I repeated and he nodded.

"Witches aren't known to help werewolves but once in a while you'll find a coven who is willing to risk it and help."

"Why do you need a witch?"

"Because," he began, "Something is clearly wrong and it is not normal."