Candra groaned as one of the car's turns bumped her against the door.  Her mind was foggy as she sought consciousness, but she soon remembered what had occurred.  The strangest part about it was that she was still alive.  He had kept her?  Was he to turn her into one of his servants?  She had heard of such things happening to other lycanthropes, those who were mastered by the undead, forced to serve them as hunters and for entertainment.<br/><br/>With a wince, she lifted her head, looking for him, grunting as another bump caused pain.  Her wounds were knitting still, but the whole process was a painful one.  As the gate closed behind them and the car slowed to a stop, she finally spoke.<br/><br/>"What are you going to do with me now?"