19| The prisoner

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Samantha had spoken to all of the families on her list. Most wanted to be sworn into their pack. She tried to see if any of them knew anything about what had happened but it was all the same. The manual warning signal had been set off and they had booked it to the closest shelter, only leaving in the morning when no one came to tell them it was safe.

Those survivors that had been at the run, of which there were only a few, just said they felt like they had become deaf and then a brutal shockwave hit that knocked them off their feet–they didn't come to until much later, having been found barely alive. There were still a few in comas, the concern that their increased healing wouldn't be enough to survive.

Killing time while she waited to hear from Derek about how his conversation with his father went, Samantha wandered around the packhouse to see if anything else needed doing.

Samantha walked past the pack's Delta. He was striding swiftly and had a fixed look of concentration on his face as he made his way through the first floor of the packhouse. She'd never seen such an intense look on his face, agitation radiating off him.

"Delta Simon," she called, jogging up to him.

He stopped to look back at her. "Oh Samantha, hi. I have to get to the prison real quick."

"The prison?" She cocked her head at him.

He smiled briefly. "Your father thinks he has captured a Demon that was involved. He wants to interrogate him himself, but I have to get in there and make sure we get everything we need."

Samantha felt a chill go through her. "What is their name?"

Simon pulled a face. "What does that matter?" He turned around without another word heading to the lift.

Samantha spun around and ran up to her mother's office–she had left your mobile there. She mindlinked Derek. "Derek, they've got a Demon in the prison. I don't know who it is, but..."

"Dad just cancelled the meeting we were supposed to have..."

She grabbed her phone and messaged Godrick, Is everything okay?

We have a demon in custody.

I don't know who.

Please tell me you are okay.

She sent it as four separate messages. Her hands shook as she waited for his reply that didn't come.

"Samantha?"

"What if it's Godrick?" she asked, panicked.

She ran to the stairwell and practically took a single leap for each flight of stairs on her way back to the ground floor. She punched out of the front entrance of the packhouse taking a sharp turn to run to the prison. It wasn't far from the packhouse. As she angled towards it, she saw Derek come out of the packhouse, his eyes finding hers, yelling out for her to stop.

She ignored him. He caught her just as she was about to barge into the building. "Wait! Sam!"

She tried to pull from his arms. "He isn't responding to my texts!" She shoved her phone in his face to show him that her last few messages were still unread.

"You can't just run in there. What are you planning to do if it is him? What are you going to say to your dad?"

She trembled and looked up at him with huge eyes. He continued, "Let me go. Wait here."

She reluctantly agreed and took a step back. "Please..." she said with a broken voice.

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