With linked arms, Sara and Terrence turned from one cell to see who was in the next. It was convenient that they were all housed on the same side. They would be able to hear what was being said but not see what was being done.
Wes was sitting on the cot. He was completely healed. His shifter blood ensuring he was never injured for long. Jackson had told her that Alex and Chase had tackled him when he fell from the ceiling. He had gotten hurt again when, trying to escape, he had met the council as they came in the door. They didn’t take well to having to leave the security of their community. It left their families vulnerable.
He lay on his cot. Eyes closed, hands resting interlocked on his stomach, legs crossed at the ankle. He didn’t seem to have a care in the world. There was certain
