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I 'm skipping down the halls of the dorm, and I don't even care what I look like right now. I can't remember ever being so happy!

The closest I can remember was when my parents were on assignment in Zimbabwe and a baby elephant was born, and the mother let us spend time with him.

I fumble with my keys and get the door unlocked. As I prance into the dorm room and drop my things on my bed, I scan the area for signs of Zoey.

I wonder where she is. She should be out of class by now. I came in so distracted, I didn't check the whiteboard we got to leave each other messages on.

That sounds so perfect!

I rush into the bathroom to pull myself together real quick. I'm still wearing his T-shirt and have no desire to take it off. I swap last night's pants for a fresh pair of leggings. I throw on my Converse, grab my backpack, and fly out the door.

I stop short, realizing I don't have my phone. So I twirl back around, scramble back into the dorm room, and hunt for my phone, but can't find it. I'll text Roman from Zoey's phone to ask him to keep an eye out for it.

I blame that kiss. Happily sighing to myself, I once again exit our room and lock the door. No one's around, so I skip back down the long hallway that leads outside. How long has it been since I skipped? I think to myself with a pang of nostalgia.

I've no more than shut the door and taken three steps away from the building when large hands grab me all over. There's one over my eyes, one over my mouth, and two more angry hands grab my arms and start dragging me. They're shoving me with their hands and their bodies, and I'm tripping over other people's legs. The hands on my face are gloved, and all I can smell is cheap, fake leather.

As they manhandle me, they wrench my backpack from my body, and I hear the loud thud as it's dropped to the ground. For a split second, all I can think about is my home work and my laptop being left on the ground.

How will I turn in my assignments? What if someone steals my laptop? Why is that what I'm thinking right now?!

I try to scream, but no sound escapes from the hand masking my face. I didn't see anyone around. It's Saturday, no one hangs around the commons in the afternoon.

OMG, what's happening?!

I'm being hauled away, and there's nothing I can do about it! I'm trying to fight and kick, but I'm not accomplishing anything but panic. I'm too small.

I can barely breathe with this giant hand covering my mouth, it's kind of blocking my nose, and it doesn't help that I'm starting to hyperventilate.

I think I'm crying, but I can't tell anymore.

Help! Roman! Where are you?! Anyone?!

The only answer I receive feels like my wolf snarling beneath my skin, but like before, she doesn't seem as strong when we're away from Roman.

Everything happens so fast, but somehow it feels like it happens in slow motion. I'm suddenly being thrown into a vehicle of some kind, and my knees hit the metal floor hard.

I try to scream for help, but the second I do, a damp cloth is placed over my face until the whole world fades away.