Luther’s POV
We walk up to the pack lands. There is not a guard in sight. As we walk towards the main house I see some people move out to the porch.
“MICHAEL!” I shout. Where is that pathetic little worm.
“I’m here.” A man steps forward. He is thinner and paler than he use to be.
“Michael? You look.. like hell.” Michael steps closer to me.
“What are you doing here Luther?” He asks in an exhaustive manor.
“I am here about my daughter.” His face doesn’t change when I bring her up.
“I’m trying to figure out what happened to her.” I add.
“I don’t know what happened to her. She let me out of my cell and told me where to go. I asked her what she was going to do, she said she was going to go after the Tribrid. I didn’t see her again after that.” He says.
I don’t respond. I just cont
