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Clarisse pursed her lips, thinking. "We'll be back tomorrow," She concluded, Violet nodding her agreement. "We need more time to think, and I have to meet with the organization today, to explain the situation."

Guards poured into the cell, leading Clarisse and Violet out of the building. They yet again left them on the sidewalk. "This is going to be harder than I thought," Clarisse muttered as she slid into the corvette.

Xander nodded slowly, watching the men in suits take them away, giving them warning growls when they stepped too close to him. He clenched his fists and looked down at them, unfurling them slowly.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, his three usual doctors came in, two men standing behind them as a backup in case he were to do anything. He could already see the syringe of sedation in the one female's hands.

He knew that they were there to take him to a scanning room, to see if anything was going wrong with him internally in reaction to the whole turning him into a werewolf hybrid situation.

Alas, he was still here and perfectly fine (externally), yet they insisted on the tests. It wasn't like he had much of a choice, anyway. Not wanting a needle stuck into his shoulder, his shoulders dropped as he walked in the middle of their somewhat circle as they led him to the specified room.

Clarisse ranted all the way back to her penthouse, venting about the conditions of the building. "They treat him like...like he's a monster!" She said, Violet nodding silently. "They don't know how to care!"

As Clarisse lay in bed, her mind ran with ideas on how to save Xander. The meeting had gone poorly, they needed a solution!

Xander went through all of their testings without much complaint. His mind was stuck on what the two women had told him. Now, as he was laying directly under the small skylight in his wolf form curled up in a ball, he closed his eyes.

They said they were coming tomorrow. I should see them then, right? But at what time? And how many times will they come before I'm set free? And what if the men catch on before then?

His mind then wandered to the more important question at the time. Better yet, what am I going to do when I'm out? I've been gone for a year and a half, and none of my former 'friends' even tried to help me, go looking for me. I feel like going back to the demon realm wouldn't help my case, but what good is a demon walking around with the humans?

He tucked his muzzle under his tail, letting out a tiny whimper, not knowing the answers.

Morning came quickly. Clarisse had tossed and turned all night, but somehow she didn't feel tired.

Today was the day. They had to help Xander.

Closing her eyes, she imagined herself as a butterfly. Immediately her body shrunk, and in the place of her human form a delicate white butterfly stood on the bed. Fluttering out of her room, she landed on the serious-looking Violet. "Are you ready?" She murmured, gently putting butterfly Clarisse into a jar.

They arrived at the building. Violet flashed the guards her id card, the jar tucked deep in her bag.

After being locked in the room, Violet carefully opened the jar, allowing Clarisse to escape. She floated down into the shadows, and morphed into an ant.

The shapeshifting exhausted her greatly, but there was no time to lose. Scuttling into the cell easily, she stood in front of Xander. "Hey!" She hissed, still in ant form. "It's Clarisse, down here."

Xander jumped when he heard someone talking to him, jolting awake. His fur immediately went on end and he let out a low growl, eyes wide and darting around.

Huh? He didn't seem to see anyone, except for one of the ladies from yesterday. But, that voice wasn't hers...

He heard a 'down here', so despite the feeling of doubt clouding his mind, he looked down, brows furrowing when all he saw was a little ant. Nonetheless, an ant that was named Clarisse and speaking to him.

The hybrid tilted his head slightly, wondering how she became an ant. Did they catch her and do tests on her, too? His ears flattened just at the thought of that.

Clarisse twitched her antennas. "I'm a shapeshifter," She said, as loud as she could. "I'm here to save you." Violet looked down at the ant. Suddenly she closed her eyes, and the cameras blinked out, one by one. There was a scuffling sound outside, then silence. Clarisse turned back into her human form. "Hurry!" She crouched down to study the lock as Violet picked the lock on the outer door.

Xander's eyes widened once again at her words. A shapeshifter? Nevermind, no time to dwell on that right now, because obviously, the plan was commencing. He watched as the blue blinking dots turned off. He wasn't sure if he'd be more useful in his wolf or natural form. All she'd said was to hurry.

He stood up quickly, eyes darting over to the glass at the top of one of the walls. He couldn't see any of the suited men up there anymore, but some of the people on the computers were trying to get the things to start working once more, to no avail.

He walked up to the door quickly, eyeing the lock, his heartbeat increasing rapidly. He was scared, no doubt about it, that this would end up not working. There was still that little flicker of hope, though.

His ears picked up a faint click from the outside, and he growled lightly, realizing that the door was now unlocked. He reached up with a paw and hit the door handle, looking at Clarisse.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. "Hold your horses, mister," She muttered, opening the door. Violet continued working on the outer lock when the door burst open, and two black suited figures stepped in. Violet visibly calmed. "Jewel. Aster." The blonde haired figures nodded silently before glancing at Xander. "We need to get out," The male figure said, panting heavily. "We managed to hold off the others, but more are coming."

Xander growled lightly, staring at the two who had burst into the room. His fur bristled. He felt like he'd never be comfortable around people in black suits anymore.

He was confused when he didn't sense fear from Clarisse, and her tone was calm as she spoke to the suited figures. Who are these two..? He wondered, his growl slowly fading.

He looked back at Violet, whimpering slightly as he shifted his weight on his paws, obviously feeling uncomfortable at the moment. If more were coming, they'd need to get moving, and fast. Maybe he could help when they appeared? I mean, there wasn't much to do against a giant, enraged wolf.

He could feel the chip in between his shoulders as he moved, and he turned his head to look at the spot, growling as it started vibrating in a slow pattern. They'd managed to turn on the tracker.