Chapter Three
A SCREAM RIPPED the humid air followed by the rattling of the metal operating table as Dale Robinson squirmed to get out of his bonds. “I swear, I’m going to break every bone in your body when I get off this table,” he growled. He strained, doing his best to force his shift, but nothing happened. “What the hell have you done to me?” He couldn’t see it, but he felt two thick needles stuck into his neck, felt the rubber tubes draped across his shoulder and running down his side. He couldn’t tell if whoever took him stole blood from him or pumped some toxic into him. All he knew was that he needed to get the hell out of there.
However, his kidnapper said nothing.
Dale glanced over at the person, a hood pulled up around their head as they stood in front of what he assumed was
