The fierceness within Kieron soon died off as the unconscious werewolf was dragged from the cell and out the door of the holding area. He suddenly felt even weaker and he put his back against the cell walls, sliding to the floor as he awaited the time when he would be dragged out of here either unconscious or too beaten down to resist anymore. 

His canines retracted in his mouth and his breathing slowed, without others to egg him on he calmed down. It was silly, how they were kept in here like animals. They weren't, each of them had a life before being in here, some a family and friends. He sighed and looked around at all of the agitated and anxious people around him. He put his fingers on the scar on his side and winced at the thought that in a few hours, it would be open and raw yet again.