"Come find me" was the last thing he heard the girl whom he'd just risked his own life saving,say before this feral beast in man's clothes take her from the car. He was distraught and wanted to say or do something to stop the leader of their pack from stealing her away, and then the monster ordered Heck's execution. Heck's hands instinctively went to the butts' of his pistols but were stayed as Haizel whispered something that saved his life.<br/><br/>The pack took him from his car and began searching him, taking his weapons and stripping all his gadgetry away. They snarled and scoffed, recognizing the gear for what it was, Inquisition Agent's werewolf hunting equipment. "Haizel may have stayed your execution for now, human, but once Aetheir finds out what you really are, he'll have your head to decorated his trophy room wall!" One of them laughed.  Heck was allowed to keep his clothes but little else, as the pack escorted him to the far end of the castle.<br/><br/>Heck was shoved into a room several stories up inside one of the castle's tower. The door locked behind him and the feeling of certain dread washed over him. Those lackeys had been correct, This 'Aetheir' was most likely Haizel's mate-to-be and once he found out that Heck was an Inquisition Agent, regardless of the fact that Heck had forsaken the trade, he was sure to kill him in order to keep the castle's secret. "FUCK!" Heck screamed and punched the solid stone wall with his clenched fist. This of course wasn't the shoddy construction of newly made city-apartments and didn't give way. Instead Heck's hand relented, and two of his knuckles exploded, causing him to yelp and cradle the wounded hand into his midsection.<br/><br/>Heck walked over to the window, which had no bars, he wondered if escape wasn't his best option, but as he peered out the sheer walls he could see that wasn't an option, at least not with out his gear. Waiting to see what was going to happen was his only option now and he walked over to a bookcase and used his unwounded hand to leave through the ancient tomes that lined the shelves. 'The Secret Society of Lycan Prime' one of the particularly older books was titled.<br/><br/>Heck pulled it from the shelf and made his way over to the seat near the window, the sun was starting to rise, and although he was exhausted, there was no way he could possibly sleep with his uncertain future looming in the near future. Heck leafed through the pages, most were written in an ancient script, one he didn't recognize, but the illustrations were quite telling all on their own. From what he could make out, Werewolves weren't always man made creations, back before this modern age they used to be creatures of natural creation.... Real werewolves .<br/><br/>Heck pondered the seemingly unbelievable notion, and wondered it the book could possibly be fiction, propaganda that these werewolves were promoting as proof, or if this book could actually be telling the truth. If so the entire NCPHRC mission statement was no more than a lie in order to discredit the Lycan movement.<br/><br/>The warmth of the late autumn sun soon started to massage Heck's face, his eyes grew heavy and no matter how hard he tried to keep them open, he was powerless to fight of the sleep. Soon Heck was asleep in the chair, the ancient tome open in his lap and his dreams were of making love to Haizel; Caressing her beautiful body and kissing the nape of her perfect neck. The dream seemed so real that he could almost smell her intoxicating fragrance.