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Concerned about what he was going to hear, Dylan faced Noah eye-to-eye. There was no doubt in Dylan’s mind that Noah was innocent, but he was prepared just in case. It wouldn’t be the first time he had been blindsided.

Dylan prepared for every outcome. He hated seeing Noah looking so downbeat. He was always so chirpy and sweet. Dylan almost regretted having to bite him. It was necessary, and he was thrilled to have somebody as kind-hearted as Noah in the pack, but he didn’t deserve any of this. He had to be innocent, but Dylan needed to hear it for himself.

“Hello Noah. Tell me everything,” Dylan commanded.

“There’s nothing to tell,” Noah responded vaguely.

“Tell me what you were doing in the early hours of yesterday. Every single detail,” Dylan demanded. He needed to know everything.

“I was asleep for most of the time,” Noah replied, “I don’t sleep very well. I woke up, went to get a drink and watched Netflix. Ed said it’s not a strong enough alibi, as anyone could have used my account.”

Dylan paid very close attention to Noah’s heartbeat. It didn’t flinch, not even once. He was telling the truth.

“Did anyone see you?” Dylan queried. Ed had surely already covered this, but Dylan had to be sure.

“No,” Noah responded. His heartbeat jumped and sped up. He was lying.

“The truth, Noah,” Dylan was adamant. He couldn’t help out if he didn’t know the truth.

“Okay. I was staying over with this guy. His mom saw me when I went to get a drink. She can vouch for me, and so can he,” Noah revealed.

“Why didn’t you tell Ed? That’s your alibi, dude,” Dylan was confused.

“He doesn’t know I’m bi,” Noah answered, “My dad. I can’t tell him. He wouldn’t accept me.”

Dylan nodded. He understood Noah’s fears, even though he was much more fortunate in that department. Now he had to brainstorm. Perhaps there was a solution to satisfy everyone?

Anxiously checking Lily’s pulse, Drew was relieved to find out that she was still alive, but only just. Her breathing was limited, and her wound still had blood sliding out. Drew was worried about how much blood she was losing. Perhaps he could have sustained such an injury for longer, but Lily was human. Her body would not come much longer. Whoever Allyn had called really needed to hurry up. Perhaps an ambulance?

“Hey, this way,” Drew heard a voice from behind. He looked over to see a lad, no older than him, ushering him over. Picking Lily up and carrying her in his arms, Drew didn’t need to be asked twice. Maybe this was his source of help?

He followed the lad through the forest for about two minutes, until they reached an abandoned-looking shed. A shed that Drew recognised. He had hidden there so many times from hunters, but his last visit was many years ago now.

Drew felt sceptical about going inside now though. What if this were a trap? It could easily have been Diego’s latest trick. Drew had to be on red alert. He wasn’t going to allow anything else to harm him, and certainly not Lily.

“What’s in there?” Drew queried.

“Help,” the lad answered. His hair was long and untidy, the soft auburn curls congregating behind his back. Drew realised this was his chance to save Lily’s life. She was still bleeding, and leaving help any longer could make the difference between her living and her… Drew didn’t want to think about the alternative. He’d lost enough people. He wasn’t losing Lily too.

Inside the shed, it looked like it hadn’t been touched for years. Layers of dust caked the various gardening items you would typically expect in a shed.

“Where’s the help?” Drew impatiently queried. He wasn’t feeling optimistic, and he knew there was a ticking clock hanging over Lily’s life.

“Shut it,” the boy responded, fumbling away with a load of crappy equipment om the floor, clearing a space. He pulled at a hatch on the ground, exposing a tunnel, “Come on, I’ll help carry her down.”

Together, they managed to help Lily downwards into what seemed to be further along the system of tunnels underneath Crystalshaw. Drew’s bunker was down there somewhere, but not especially close. He had barely explored the tunnels over the years, as it was the perfect place for hunters to strike without anyone else ever knowing.

The lad heaved open the first door and led them into a bunker very similar to Drew’s own.

“Lay her down,” a woman ordered. She must have been in her late twenties, and was wearing medical gloves with her hair tied back.

“She’s human,” Drew specified, “She won’t stop bleeding.” The woman examined Lily. Drew prayed this would work. It had to.

Now the ball was rolling, Dylan was able to focus on himself once again. Yasmin, Josh and Freddie could take over on rescuing Noah for the time being, and they had to find Drew and Lily while they were at it, neither of them were answering their phones.

That left Jono to accompany him to the place he should have gone a lot sooner. Bracing himself outside Edwina’s Herbal Remedies, Dylan took a deep breath. This could solve his memory loss, or it could not, but he knew this was by far his best shot.

“You’re doing the right thing,” Jono encouraged. It was importantly to Dylan that he had his support.

“I know,” Dylan smiled at him, holding his hand tightly.

Dylan exhaled before pushing the shop door open. The familiar sights of the organised chaos that made up Edwina’s shop filled his eyes, and all of the different spices and lotions engulfed Dylan’s sense of smell.

“Hello again,” Edwina smiled at Dylan, “I was wondering how long it would be before I saw you again.”

“I need your help,” Dylan explained.

“I know. Just tell me, what did this to you?” Edwina enquired.

“Fenrir,” Dylan answered. It felt odd saying that aloud to someone outside the pack.

“Take a seat. Give me ten minutes,” Edwina kindly responded.

Dylan felt anxious. He knew Edwina was somewhat an expert, and she unquestionably knew more about what was about to happen than Dylan did, but that didn’t stop him worrying. What would he have to do?

He glanced at Jono, who shot him a supportive smile. Whatever Dylan needed to do, Jono made it worthwhile.

“You’re shaking,” Jono pointed out. He wasn’t wrong. Dylan was terrified, and his body wasn’t hiding it.

“I don’t know what to expect. You know I hate the unknown, right?” Dylan admitted.

“Totally. I also know you’re not a quitter,” Jono added.

“You know me well. I’m doing this. For the pack. For my family. For you,” Dylan confidently said. Saying It aloud made it feel like a legally binding contract. No way out.

“Do it for yourself,” Jono added, “Your life matters too. It’s okay to be selfish now and then.” Jono wasn’t wrong. Dylan just had to trust in himself this time.

Leading the charge while Dylan was out of the picture, Yasmin stood by as Freddie and Josh shifted Drew’s bunker door. Though Yasmin was never one to avoid getting her hands dirty, she was self-aware enough to know that werewolf strength outdid her human power vastly. Well, technically she wasn’t human, but being part-nix came with annoyingly few benefits.

Now Yasmin needed Drew and Lily to help her. The greater their numbers, the better chance they had to find whoever framed Noah. The door creaked open, and Yasmin had a clear view inside.

“Where are they?” Yasmin was baffled. Neither Drew nor Lily were in sight.

“I’d hazard a guess at ‘not here’,” Josh jested. Yasmin shot him a death glare in return. Not helpful.

“Drew’s down here, I’ve got his scent,” Freddie identified.

“That’s because it’s his bunker. It all smells like Drew down here,” Josh suggested.

“No, because I can smell Lily too,” Freddie corrected, “Down the tunnels.”

“What are they doing down there?” Yasmin worriedly wondered, staring down the long stretch of corridor in front of her. It was dimply lit and very damp, hardly giving off an inviting vibe.

“I don’t know, but I don’t feel so good about it,” Freddie responded. At least they were on the same wavelength.

“Come on chickens,” Josh motivated, much to Yasmin’s annoyance.

“You want to go down there?” Freddie was every bit as hesitant as Yasmin.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Josh grinned, “Actually, don’t answer that, but we’ve got two werewolves. Nobody else stands a chance.”

Yasmin sighed. She wasn’t winning this one. At least if they found Drew and Lily, it would be made worthwhile. She was beginning to feel very worried by their absence.

Drew felt annoyingly antsy. He was watching as the medic operated on Lily. He couldn’t identify exactly what was up, he was far from a medical expert and Drew was pretty used to healing of his own accord. It had been a long time since he had needed proper medical attention.

The medic looked like she knew what she was doing, and Lily had stopped bleeding, thankfully. Drew had amazed himself at just how much he cared for Lily. He was used to looking after himself and nobody else, but Lily was his friend. She trusted in him, and took the time to talk to him properly. He needed to return the favour of kindness.

“She’s lost a lot of blood. We need to do a transfusion,” the medic explained. Drew felt relieved – Lily was going to be okay. However, his attention was turning to the bunker and who these people were. They were werewolves for sure, Drew knew the scent, but what type? Were there any more of them? How did they get all of this medical equipment?

The lad returned with an IV line and a bag of blood, which the medic set up. The blood was black, just like a werewolf’s own.

“I told you, she’s human,” Drew yelled over.

“It’s this, or she dies,” the medic firmly replied. Drew sat back. This was unchartered territory. Lily wasn’t out of the woods yet.

“It’s all ready for you Dylan, come through,” Edwina revealed. Dylan looked nervously at Jono. The fear of the unknown was still engulfing his mind like a tidal wave. There were no known factors involving what he was about to do. What would this involve? What would the outcome be? Edwina never guaranteed a treatment would work. Perhaps it was one big waste of time. He had no way of knowing.

Dylan followed Edwina through to the back of the shop, not letting go of Jono’s hand for even a second. He saw a bath in the centre of the packed stock room, the wallpaper barely visible behind cardboard boxes piled up high.

As he got nearer, Dylan felt the hairs on his arms stand up, goose bumps popping up as a wave of cold air hit him. Dylan spotted that it was coming from the bath, which was filled with ice. Next to Edwina was a man, likely in his forties, with a shaven head and a styled, suave beard.

“Hello Dylan,” he introduced himself, “I’m Dr Alan Deaton, veterinarian.” He seemed assured and relaxed, yet confident and motivated.

“Err, hi,” Dylan greeted. He was unsure as to why a vet was there to help him with a condition like memory loss.

“Dr Deaton is an old friend of mine. He’s here to help,” Edwina explained.

“That’s for me?” Dylan pointed at the bath. A whole bath of ice and cold water looked highly unpleasant.

“The ice bath slows down your heart dramatically so we can speak to your subconscious, clawing back the memories you lost as a result of the Fenrir,” Deaton explained.

“A Fenrir excretes a serum that blocks your memories, as soon as the memories return, you’ll expel it from your body,” Edwina continued.

“What if I catch hypothermia?” Dylan worried. It didn’t feel very safe.

“You’ll be fine as long as you listen to my instructions,” Deaton detailed.

“How dramatic?” Jono was concerned, “You said his heart slows down dramatically. With all due respect, Doc, that sounds kinda bad.”

“Very dramatic. Near death,” Deaton replied candidly.

“Dr Deaton is an expert, he has carried this off successfully before,” Edwina noted, “On another werewolf.”

“A friend of Scott McCall’s,” Deaton added. He knew Scott, and somehow remembered him. Anyone Scott trusted was automatically a friend of Dylan’s.

“Okay, let’s do this,” Dylan decided. The sooner this was over, the better.

Hearing the drip-drop of leaking water all around him, Freddie felt unsettled in the tunnels. His shoes were wet, and he was sure they must have had a hole or two in as both his socks were soaked too.

Freddie was far from his comfort zone of his bedroom, music blaring out, video game taking all his attention. Josh seemed to know what he was doing down in the tunnels, but he was very good at overestimating himself. For all they knew, they could have walked right into a trap. Freddie knew that if he were going to set a trap, it would be somewhere as quiet and hidden away as those tunnels.

That said, Drew and Lily’s scents were clear. He had no doubt that they were down there, and the scents were only magnifying as they travelled further in.

“Anyone else feel like this is a waste of time?” Josh wondered. He always asked the difficult questions, with very little tact.

“Two of your friends go missing and you call it a waste of time?” Yasmin hit back.

“I’m just saying. Noah’s a ticking time bomb right now, should we not focus on him?” Josh thought.

“Drew’s been investigating the murders, he knows more than any of us,” Yasmin reasoned.

“Besides, the more the merrier,” Freddie added. He knew his abilities and he trusted in them, but they were dealing with a multiple murderer. Splash. Freddie picked up on the sound of a footstep colliding with a puddle of water. It wasn’t particularly near, but it meant they weren’t alone.

“Did you hear that?” Freddie whispered.

“Hear what?” Josh questioned loudly, not understanding the urgency of the situation. Splash. “Oh, that.”

“Someone’s coming?” Yasmin wondered.

“Maybe it’s Drew or Lily?” Josh thought.

“Or someone else,” Freddie feared.

“One way to check,” Josh decided, before yelling, “Drew? Lily?”

“Dude,” Freddie harshly whispered. What was he playing at? He could have just alerted an enemy to their location.

The splish-splashing of shoes in puddles got closer and closer. Freddie felt his claws lengthening and his teeth extending, preparing for a fight. He heard Josh snarl next to him. Obviously, he had prepared in the same way.

WHOOSH!

Freddie looked up to his left as a large, blurred figure swiped past. Josh was knocked to the floor.

CRASH!

Freddie was swept off his feet as another figure barged into him.

“Run, Yasmin!” Freddie commanded. He looked up, but Yasmin wasn’t there. It was too late. Freddie went to stand back up, when…THUMP.

Stripped to his underwear, Dylan was cautious about the ice bath. He felt it on his skin already before he’d stepped in. He had to do it, though. He had to take the jump.

Carefully, Dylan dipped a toe in. The ice-cold touch was almost painful. He didn’t let it stop him, though. He slipped his whole body in, trying hard to forget about the feeling that now covered his whole body.

“Remember, I am the only one to speak, or he will get confused,” Deaton advised.

Nodding, Dylan gave the command. Placing his hands across his chest, Dylan allowed Deaton, Edwina and Jono to push him under the icy top layer in the water. Dylan shut the horrible, cold feeling out by focusing only on his thoughts.

“Dylan, are you with me?” Deaton questioned. Dylan felt his face rise above the water again, but his eyes remained shut.

“Yes,” Dylan answered assertively.

“I want you to think about Jono. Picture his face. Remember where you saw it first,” Deaton commanded.

“School,” Dylan immediately replied, like it was a reflex. He could visualise it. Jono was sat in his classes, Freddie and Josh always accompanying him. It felt so familiar, like Dylan had seen and experienced it, “I found him cute as soon as I saw him, but I guessed he was out of my league. And straight.”

“When did you first kiss?” Deaton probed.

“A few weeks later, after detention. Jono took me to his treehouse and we kissed. I almost shifted in front of him,” Dylan recalled, as if it had never left his mind.

“What about when you got bitten? What do you remember?” Deaton continued.

“I was doing homework with Yasmin at my house,” Dylan recalled, “I was bored and got too big for my boots, so we went outside into the woods. That’s where it happened. That’s where he bit me.”

“Who bit you? Can you name them?”

“Josh. He was the alpha. He went crazy, so we stopped him. He lost his status,” Dylan remembered. Somehow, all of these memories filled his mind with absolute ease. How could he ever have forgotten?

“How did you learn to control the wolf?”

“Drew taught me about anchors. Jono is mine. Everything we’ve done together, everything we have,” Dylan replied.

That was it. He felt more like himself than he had in weeks. Jolting awake, Dylan felt the wave of cold whacking harshly against his skin. Jono helped him out of the bath, and wrapped a few towels around him.

“I remember. I remember you,” Dylan smiled at Jono. Kissing him with more passion and fire in his belly than ever before.

“Now for the hard part,” Edwina ominously stated, killing the moment.

Stirring with a banging headache, Lily didn’t recognise her surroundings. It looked a little like Drew’s bunker, but the storage units were far tidier. She was on some sort of table, which wasn’t remotely comfortable.

“Take it easy, you’ve been injured pretty badly. I don’t want you to pop your stitches,” a girl advised her. She didn’t recognise the voice.

“Where am I? What’s happened?” Lily was panicking. She had no recollection of how she got there.

“Lily!” she heard a more familiar voice yell. It was Drew, who came and stood next to her, saving her having to sit up, “I’m so glad you’re okay. I was worried.”

“What happened?” Lily questioned. Drew never shared his emotions like this. Something bad must have gone down.

“I don’t know. I can’t remember. I woke up, and we were in your car. She saved us,” Drew confusingly recalled.

“Who saved us? From what?” Lily tried to make sense of what he said. Her brain hadn’t fully woken up yet, and her chest was hurting like mad.

“Your car exploded. We were both injured, and it was filled with wolfsbane. I couldn’t break us out,” Drew explained. That sounded suspiciously well-planned. This wasn’t some freak accident.

“Neither of us can remember,” Lily realised, having a brainwave, “You don’t think…”

“Fenrir,” Drew identified. They had been hit the same way Dylan had, but to a lesser extent.

“You’ve seen the Fenrirs?” a lad interjected.
“Allyn told us they were out there,” the medic added.

“Did she know anything else?” Drew desperately questioned.

“She said there were a group, a whole pack of them, led by the boss. A lad with dark hair.”

“Diego,” Lily identified.

Furious, Yasmin was trying her best to struggle free. She didn’t notice who had grabbed her, but their grip around her wrist only got tighter the more she wriggled. There was no way she could escape. She was being dragged through the tunnels, further away from Drew’s bunker, until they reached a ladder.

“Go up. Don’t even think of trying to escape,” the voice spoke, barking instructions. It was female, but Yasmin still couldn’t see her face. Nevertheless, with strength like that, she wasn’t likely to be human. That meant even if she did try to escape, she could easily be outrun and caught. It wasn’t going to help her case.

She needed the right moment, and she had to be smart about it. A moment where she had an undeniable advantage. Therefore, Yasmin climbed the ladder up to the surface, the girl following just behind. Yasmin could now see her face in the light of day. She was a bit older than Yasmin, but not by much. Her long, strawberry-blonde curls glistened in the light, though her pretty face looked exhausted.

“Why are you doing this?” Yasmin pleaded. Perhaps she could appeal to her better nature?

“Keep walking,” the girl responded hesitantly.

“You could let me go, we can say no more about it. You can make up an excuse, like you couldn’t find me,” Yasmin bargained.

“The boss would punish me,” the girl answered. Progress. She had actually responded.

“Surely a slap on the wrist is worth my life?” Yasmin reasoned.

“Maybe, but my life isn’t worth yours,” the girl continued. Wow. This boss seemed pretty nasty. Yasmin was taken aback. She had to change tactic.

“We can both escape, then,” Yasmin begged, “We can run away and nobody will ever know.”

“He’ll find me. He always finds me,” the girl was getting more and more emotional.

“We can protect you, I promise,” Yasmin was feeling desperate as they continued through the forest. They passed a car, with flames burning brightly and dangerously from it. Yasmin knew that car anywhere. It was Lily’s. Her stomach had dropped. She prayed Lily was okay, but this didn’t feel good. She tried to keep focus on the girl, “What’s your name?”

“Julia,” she replied.

“Julia, I’m Yasmin, and I give you my word,” Yasmin turned to face her. Julia didn’t look like a bad person. She obviously had her hands tied.

“I’m sorry,” Julia responded, just as they reached a clearing in the woods. In the middle of the clearing was a massive, majestic tree, way taller than any other in the forest.

“What’s this?” Yasmin wondered. She saw somebody approaching. A familiar face. Diego.

“Time for an upgrade,” he replied. A sentence that made Yasmin wish she had tried to escape after all.

Head pounding, Josh sat up. The floor was damp and grotty, and his clothes were soaking wet. He looked around. Nothing but brick walls all around him, and a skylight letting in a tiny glimmer of light. There was a huge, metal door in front of him, blocking the exit. Josh heaved at it, pulling and pushing in every way he could. Nothing budged, though. He supposed that whoever locked him in there knew exactly who he was. Josh was angry. How had he allowed himself to end up in this situation? He used to be a goddamn alpha, he should be above stupid traps like this. That said, that was probably why his alpha-hood was so short-lived.

“Josh?” he heard a voice call. It was Freddie. The walls were thick, so Josh was grateful for his enhanced hearing.

“Freddie, I’m here. Are you okay? I’m trapped,” Josh explained, without raising his voice. There was no need for anybody else to be listening in.

“I’m fine, but I’m locked up too. Is Yasmin with you?” Freddie wondered.

“No,” Josh worriedly replied. Yasmin must have been in danger, then. Perhaps she was in another cell? She didn’t have enhanced hearing, so she’d have had no idea they were there. Josh listened even more closely. He could hear only two heartbeats: himself and Freddie. She wasn’t there, “Maybe she got out?”

“I don’t know. I tried calling her but there’s no signal down here,” Freddie answered. Josh checked his own phone, just in case. Not even one bar of signal. Darn.

“Let’s make ourselves known, then,” Josh opted.

He started banging on the cell door as loudly as he could, kicking and punching at it, yelling at the top of his lungs. He heard Freddie doing the same too.

Still focusing on his hearing, Josh heard two further heartbeats approach the cells. The bolt on the door loosened, so Josh stood back. He prepared himself for a fight. The door flung open, creaking loudly on its rusty hinges.

“Quit the noise,” a man threatened. He was older, in his forties at least, with only the tiniest scattering of hair sprinkled across his head.

“Or what?” Josh hit back.

“Or this,” the man responded, his eyes glowing a familiar, Fenrir shade of red. His fangs grew, way larger than any werewolf’s.

“Oh shit,” Josh muttered as the man swung his fist rapidly into Josh’s face. He would have to be much smarter about this if he wanted to get out alive.

Positioned on a stool with a bucket in front of him, Dylan was preparing for the last stage of this treatment. He was so relieved to have all of his memories back. He kept revisiting so many moments in his mind. All of the special times with his friends. Hugging his mum. Saying goodbye to his dad. All of these memories had shaped Dylan. He was nothing without them, or the people he created them with.

Edwina was now preparing one of her remedies to expel the Fenrir’s serum from his body. If he didn’t get it out, it could easily infect him again. There was no way Dylan would allow that; now he had his memories back, he wasn’t letting them go.

“One thing that bothers me,” Jono mentioned. He was sat on a stool next to Dylan. Together every step of the way, “Is why you only remembered Drew. What was it about him?”

Dylan hadn’t considered that. It didn’t make any sense at all, and he could tell Jono was upset by it.

“What’s so special about Drew?” Deaton questioned. He seemed to be quite the expert, perhaps he would know?

“He’s a werewolf, just like me, but he’s been one for a lot longer,” Dylan replied. Then it hit him, “Until recently.”

“He became human, just for a few days,” Jono recalled.

“That must be it. The Fenrir wanted you to forget your pack, Drew as a human wasn’t a part of your pack, so you remembered him,” Deaton logically realised. It made perfect sense.

“I would never choose him to remember over you, I hope you know that,” Dylan reminded Jono.

“I know,” Jono smiled, but his lips were quivering, as if he were holding back the tears. However, one slipped out of his tear ducts, as if it were on the run. Dylan wiped it away, resting his hand on Jono’s cheek. His own eyes were welling up too. He would have hated to have been in Joon’s position. Waking up to find out that Jono couldn’t remember him would have destroyed Dylan.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that,” Dylan admitted.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about,” Jono instantly replied.

“I got too big for my boots. I shouldn’t have gone to fight that Fenrir,” Dylan opened up.

“You had no idea that would happen,” Jono said, “You still trusted me, even though you had no idea who I was. That meant the world.”

“I fall in love with you every day, you dumbass,” Dylan laughed, “Why would amnesia change anything?”

Jono laughed. They were both crying their eyes out while Deaton watched on. Dylan had momentarily forgotten he was in the room still.

“It’s all ready,” Edwina walked back in, holding a chalice carefully in her hands. Dylan felt nervous again, but he was prepared. Edwina handed the chalice over and Dylan examined the drink. It looked like a glass of cola, but it didn’t smell anywhere near as nice.

“Bottoms up,” Dylan nervously giggled, tipping the contents of the chalice into his mouth and down his throat in one. What happened now was up to his body.

A few moments passed, and he felt nothing. All of a sudden, Dylan began to feel sick. His stomach wasn’t reacting well.

“So?” Jono eagerly waited.

“I don’t…” Dylan began to reply, but stopped. His whole body began to convulse and shake violently. All of his self-control vanished…

The cell was driving Noah mad. It was approaching twenty-four hours since his arrest now, and he felt awful. It was like he’d caught some sort of sickness bug, and it had been ongoing for weeks now in a much less noticeable fashion. Ever since he had gotten bitten, in fact. He thought werewolves weren’t supposed to get sick? His bite wounds had healed, but his body had obviously not bothered. He felt nauseous, his head throbbed like mad, and he was so tired. He needed some fresh air.

“Hey! Sheriff!” Noah called out.

Moments later, Ed came into the cell room, acting as casual as ever. Noah watched him through the thick, metal bars. He hated Ed’s freedom. His power. He felt himself getting angrier and more frustrated.

“What’s up, kid?” Ed queried.

“I need to get out,” Noah replied frantically. It was imperative. He couldn’t stay imprisoned for much longer.

“It doesn’t work like that Noah, I’m sorry,” Ed replied. It was almost as if the sheriff badge had responded instead of the human being wearing it.

“Let me repeat,” Noah snarled, “I need to get out.”

He felt his eyes glowing. It was escalating, and fast.

“Still a no,” Ed firmly answered. Noah pressed his hands against the bars. With little effort, he bent them apart, creating enough room for his head. Ed sprinted out backwards, locking the door of the cell room, but it wasn’t enough. Noah snapped the bars, slid out, and bashed the door down without a problem. Finally, he was free.