Please, Alpha

"I'm... fine... about as fine as you could be when you find out you've been chilling with a werewolf for a couple days now. You know just your normal week of getting kidnapped, being trapped in a dark cramped room repeatedly, having a bunch of rabid psychopaths break in to the place being held at and being scratched up by one of them, having weird feelings about this entire situation, then having my parents tell me, 'Hey, don't worry, you don't have to think about how we're feeling about you being kidnapped, we knew the whole time and had no intention of telling you, just shipping you off like it's boarding school. Separation anxiety? Naaah, you'll be fine!' This dude, who we apparently know, is gonna take care of you now, it's great. And just to top the day off, I find out, guess what, werewolves! And I've been sitting and petting one like it was a pet not that long ago, and guess what? Not a frickin clue that it was you! But yeah! I'm fine! Great! HA!"

When going to a party leads to you getting kidnapped, how would you handle it?