Shawn
My team and I made our way to the prisoners. Jeremy and I worked on the restraints holding one of my werewolves down. His scent held hints of clove but was muddled with chemicals. I raged inside thinking of all they had done to him. There was one Vampire, one Fae, and two werewolves. All of them had bruises, cuts, and injuries littering their bodies. They were skinny, far too skinny. How long had they been held here? What all had they endured? We would get to the bottom of it. First things first was getting them out of here and back to the pack lands and having Caroline and her team giving everyone an evaluation.
I growled as I snapped one of the silver restraints on his wrists. The angry red burn marks from the toxic metal looked painful. The wolf didn't flinch, barely blinked hi
