Chapter Twenty-nine

The sounds of marching feet pricked Angel's ears and his eyelids flipped open. His entire frame tensed as he stood up, directing his gaze first to the human still out cold on his bed. He had patched him up and wrapped a rag around his stitches with Kurt’s help, hoping now that the weakling have the strength to complete his assignment.

He strode to the side of the bed and pulled off the blanket covering him from the stomach down to see if there were any signs of bleeding, but there were none. He let out a sigh of relief, cover him, and walked to stand close to the iron bars.

Uniform guards in army gear spilt in with Mathew in the lead. He started to point at Weres in their cells and one by one the guards fired a shot at them, causing them to drop to their knees. Studying them quietly he noted there was no show of pain just instant docility.

Angel clenched his jaw, understanding they were being drugged to keep them manageable. He cursed mentally, trying to think of a way to get out o