What are we gonna do

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Derek POV

        I don't know if I can handle this. I'm freaking out! I pace, and pace, and pace, but it's not going to change that Sarah was taken.

        "You need to relax," my father told me. "We'll find her." It wasn't very reassuring.

        "Liam, don't give the boy false hope," Vincent chided. "She could very well be-"

        "I know," my dad interupted. "It doesn't mean we have to say it."

        I sat down. I stood up again. I couldn't deal with this waiting. "Do we even have a plan?" I asked Danny, Megan and her fiance Joseph, and my cousins Lily and Jamie. They were gathered around the table looking at all of the information we had on pertaining The Pack.

        "We can only do so much right now, Derek," Jamie said. He turned his face back to the papers. "We have to find The Pack before we can find your Sarah."

        "Your emotions are clouding your rationality on this particular situation," Vincent said to me. "You need to 'butt out,' as the kids say nowadays. We're working on it." He turned back to the files on the table, looking through whatever could give away Sarah's location. Other family members who couldn't show up were looking for new info to help. I just looked at him. Dad was beside me and pat my back, trying to comfort me in that weird, dad way.

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Sarah POV

       The ropes are chafing my wrists and ankles. The darkness of the room was cut through with errant beams of light. It must be day. This is the only light I get in my cell. I look up when the door opens, squinting when the bright light hits my eyes. I say nothing.

        He walks in and the door closes. Somehow, he can still see me, but I can't see him. I can tell by the squeaks and creaks that he pulled the other chair in the room (the one I wasn't sitting in and tied to.)

        I rarely got out of this room since the 4 days I've been here, only to use the toilet and to get a little food and water. I haven't even been able to bathe or change my clothes either. So I was smelling of sweat and residual fear when the Pack leader came to my tiny cell each day. He never said anything; at least, not to me. But I knew he had to be trying something, by just coming around and not saying anything. Freak me out or whatever. I don't know what exactly.

        My internal monologue was starting to get a bit crazed, though.

        There is one thing I know for sure. He didn't want me to die.

        Yet.

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        Derek POV

        It was getting dark, and I was even more frantic than before. I just don't know how we can save Sarah. Megan and I were sitting on the small porch in the backyard, and she was keeping me from going insane, as I was damn-near useless until we had a lead.

        "We're going to find Sarah, Derek. None of us want you to lose the one woman who made you truly happy, not even stuffy old Uncle Vincent." Megan's words actually helped a bit.

        "She must be terrified," I said to Megan. "She's only ever seen one werewolf. Sarah might not be able to handle it."

        "Sarah can handle you, can't she?" Megan replied. We both laughed. I turned around when I heard the sliding glass door open behind us.

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