Beyt awake in the back of the truck to a few harsh murmurs exchanged between the man driving the truck and some other men who were carrying large guns before she felt the truck jerk forward a bit and continue down the road. She kept herself low and out of sight, her heart racing and he leg burning from the pain of being shot. Her entire body was trembling with both fear and anger towards the man who had captured her. A low growl escaped her as she recalled what happened and how the others tried their best to keep up with the truck. In the end human technology was faster than a wolfâ€™s four legs. Beyt wanted out of the truck. So badly. She wanted to jump up to the front and tear the manâ€™s face off but at the same time something inside of her felt sorry for this man. He was different, she could tell by his scent.<br/><br/>During the ride she took some time to reflect on a few things; perhaps they would lead to why she felt this man was different. But nothing came to her, she did not know this manâ€™s face and she was sure he was not just a manifestation of the Dark Place a fear in the back of her mind. He was very real. Then again perhaps she was just too angry to think clearly. She decided to think about Gimmel and the others instead. There was no doubt in her mind that they would come find her no matter where this man was taking her.<br/><br/>After about an hour or so, Beyt had fallen asleep though that did not lack long, the truck stopped suddenly. She flattened her ears against her head and snarled at the man as he pulled down the door to the truck bed. â€œShhâ€¦ youâ€™re ok.â€ The man said to her in a gentle voice, which made her trust him even less. How did he expect her to believe she was going to be ok when her leg was bleeding and she was tied down in the back of a truck? He must be out of his mind, she thought with a snort when the man slowly pulled himself up to sit on the truck bed door. She took in his features then, noticing he was a middle aged man with dull eyes and a bit grimy probably from the horrible conditions in the city or he was homeless.<br/><br/>As much as she wanted to lunge at him, she was bound by the rope, and eventually he had grasped the back of her neck and began to pull her out of the truck. If she had thumbs, she would have taken the shotgun still lying in the truck bed and blown his head off right then and there. But all she could do was struggle and try to free herself from his grasp, energy being wasted with each second. He kept himself away from her enough that she could not nip at his arms. Beyt stopped after while, feeling weak, having no choice but to let him tie the rope around her mouth and carry her.<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™re a special wolf,â€ he said almost as if he was reading her mind. â€œVery special, so very special.â€ There was something sad about the manâ€™s voice. As he carried her into what she assumed to be his home he continued to speak to her, telling her how special she was.<br/><br/>It was rather uncomfortable.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The encouraging words of the others made Gimmel feel a lot better though he only showed his appreciation by his somewhat more relaxed body language than the look in his eyes. In a way he still felt somewhat responsible for losing Beyt, for letting his guard down, and he wondered what she thought of him. Did she think less of him now, especially since they have been together for so long and that he has always been there to protect her? Beyt was a strong wolf so Gimmel knew better than to worry about her being afraid, she was known for being able to handle herself well. He was still very much focused on the road before them, which he estimated that they were following for about three hours now and have reached a dead end.<br/><br/>There was what appeared to be a sort of camp up ahead, after a long period of silence and there were humans with guns. Gimmel narrowed his eyes at them and then looked to the other wolves. â€œAny plans? I donâ€™t think theyâ€™re going to let us by.â€<br/><br/>He doubted that this would be easy. Some humans considered wolves to be monsters and with all the other horrific creatures out there he did not blame them. It was frustrating as all hell that they had these checkpoints everywhere not only to keep wolves out but some of their own kind as well. Damn war scars. The Prophet had not warned them of this, he thought to himself with a sigh. However, Gimmel did know to be careful with his determination on rescuing his sister. Jhene had been so right, it was not his fault and he was not giving up. He would never give up., not until he knew Beyt was safe with him again. And he knew full well that they were with him in this. Forget tensions, they died long before Beyt had been captured, if they felt there was still tension that was on them. They were all in this together and he had to stick with them as long as they felt the same way.<br/><br/>â€œThe larger men might be trouble, but from the looks of things the men further in the back are too relaxed for their own good.â€ The side of him that was able to make last minute plans was coming out a bit, though it was slightly off since Beyt was not there to balance his planning. His eyes scanned the area, searching for any weaknesses that he could manipulate to his advantage. There were several of them but they were actually, surprisingly, well guarded.<br/><br/>This was going to be fun, he thought in both a sarcastic sense and a somewhat adventurous one.