A/N: Well, here we go again. Thanks for sticking with me in this and if I am wrong in anything about the court like what they say please let me know because I'm watching Law and Order and everything else to study the words they use. But if you guys can help me with any of that, if you know any of the words they use, please let me know and it would be greatly appreciated and helpful throughout the court hearing. Well, here is your better summary.

Summary: Arra Griffith has been arrested for murder, which does not surprise her for she is an assassin. But this is different. To Arra, whoever tried to frame her for this is sick and twisted beyond belief. But she is going to be found guilty beyond reasonable doubt if she does not figure something out and quick before the next full moon rises and takes control of her. Never in her wildest dreams would she have suspected this but it seems everyone else does. The bastards will pay. The Convicted; Arra Melissa Griffith. The Victim; Edward Santell.

Hope you enjoy the next installment of my ever confusing, ever mysterious and ever thrilling yet sarcastic Death Series.

Happy Hunting
!Shadow!

I set down the pen and linked my fingers together beneath my chin. Three days. Three fucking days in this hell hole and I already want to explode. I have met some strange people in my life but I believe these people were worse and they were humans. It goes to show you how corrupted humans could be. I do not even remember my humanity. I do not remember the feeling of being sick, of not being able to smell things miles away and staring into the darkness without being able to see what was truly there. I looked down at what I had written through scrutinizing eyes and pondered my existence. Why was I here? Was there really a reason or would it all end here and now in this jail cell? Well, I was not in a cell right now. They had confined me to a small room with a large steel door that had a rectangular window that could only be opened from the outside. They call it solitary confinement. I supposedly killed one person for all they know and they put me here? What rookies. These rooms were reserved for the serial killers. I guess some would call me that but the police did not know that. No, they deemed me as extremely dangerous and hazardous to the other inmates. At least, for now. I had heard an officer talking outside the room and he had said something about keeping me here temporarily until they could find the perfect cell. Oh, I could not wait to see my new room. Would it be as bright and cheery as this one?

I glanced around the pale brick walls and sighed. There were no windows only the four walls that confined me. They had been oh so kind enough to give me a notebook and pen along with a few books. I had been a smartass and asked the officer if he trusted me not to stab myself with the pen. He had told me if I was truly innocent there would be no need for suicide. Yeah, real comforting. I dropped the notebook and pen onto the ground they lay down on the very uncomfortable, thin mattress that should not even be called a bed. There was a thin blanket and flat pillow. The toilet was a disgusting sight as was the sink. Both had dirt and what looked like mildew growing on them. You can be assured my ass did not touch the seat of the toilet. The toilet paper was thin and rough. You needed to use almost half the roll to get the job done. I sighed and put my cuffed hands behind my head. I also had on leg restraints. The chains were big enough for me to walk normally with some shortage but I could not complain. How could I? Not like the would give a shit anyway. I started whistling and thinking of who could have done this as I have been for the past three days. I got up and paced to help me think better.

Who was out to get me? I scoffed. Who was not out to get me? You know, though, they say that the ones closest to you are the real criminals. Ha. I think my loved ones were smarter than that. Unless they thought that I would truly get convicted for this and would never come out again long enough to kill them. Smart. Whoever it was would be sorry they ever messed with this werewolf. But who would be clever enough to call in such a thing, frame me and make sure to get me twenty-five to life. I might even get the death sentence. Would lethal injection kill a werewolf? In a way, I hope not but if it came down to it and I did not perish, suspicions would get even more suspicious. Damn, what was I going to do? I could not call Renda and tell her to say, "Oh, hi, I'm a necromancer and I spoke with Edward. He says Arra did not kill him". Yeah, way to go. That was a sure fire way to expose your kind and get us all destroyed after being taken to a lab somewhere to get experimented on. Jeez, I needed to figure something out and fast. My court date was in two days and I'm sure they were getting the witnesses rounded up for the big day. Oh, joy. I'm so excited I can hardly contain my enthusiasm. Can you not tell?

Well, the bright side was that whoever was trying to frame me I would have my own lead because they would appear in court or send some goon to do the job. I really hated life right now. My wolf, on the other hand, despised it. It was going crazy inside of me from being locked up in this place. We had nowhere to go, nowhere to run and that really irked the wolf. I could almost feel it scratching on my insides to break free of this place. I gritted my teeth as the feeling grew stronger. Stand down, wolf, or you'll never run free again. That did not help very much. It stopped for a few seconds before going at it again. This time, when it attempted to get out, it almost succeeded. A burst of pain wracked me to my core and I fell to my knees as the wolf continued to fight against me instead of with me. Grasping my stomach where contractions began, I felt my claws begin to lengthen. No. I growled and clutched my shirt. They had not given me my prison clothes yet. Throwing my head back, I could feel my eyes burn as the wolf leaped as if to see. Snarling, I fought it down, resisting it. Eventually, it became nothing more than a minor irritation. I took deep breaths to collect myself when the door opened. The high squeaky sound it made grated on my nerves. An guard walked in and accessed everything.

"Something wrong?" he asked in a cold tone.

"No," I said and slowly stood, taking a breath as I went. "Cramps is all."

"Well, get it together," he snapped. Oh, he was ever so friendly, was he not? "Your cell is ready."

"Joy!" I exclaimed with a faux smile then returned my face back to its impenetrable gaze. The guard picked up the notebook, pen and books then made me go first with my things in one hand and a night stick in the other. I was a good girl, walking carefully and making sure to do anything bad. Not like I could because another guard was at the door and took me by the arm, leading me down the hall. I almost snarled at him for touching me but instead, I glared. I hated being touched like this. Like they believed they owned me and were the alpha. Technically, they were but I did not have to like it.

Hell, I figure there isn't going to be a whole helluva lot I am going to like while I'm here. Go figure.