One - Hundred Three: Time for a New n


    One - Hundred Three: Time for a New n


    Damian


    Those Silver Moon bastards captured Ian. How the fuck did they do that. Marshall and I are in the cabin


    and we are pissed. We just got the news from Alpha Darrius. One of the guys on patrol found a sealed


    envelope with my name on it and gave it to Darrius. He can over here with Thomas and handed it to


    him. It was a picture of Ian in a cell with chains around his wrists and ankles anchored to the floor. All


    the note said was that we’re next. Those fuckers are gonna pay for this. I want to kill everyone one of


    them. To add to the insult, we still have no idea how they are spying on us. They seem to be two


    fucking steps ahead.


    “How the hell did they get their hands on him?” Marshall asks.


    “I don’t know,” I tell him.


    It’s the honest truth. I have no idea. He is always so careful and very aware of his surroundings. They


    had to have some type of distraction to make him lose his focus. I know Darrius is getting worried as


    well. If the high council knows he is mixed up with this shit he could lose his pack. I am determined to


    not let that happen. The four of us are sitting in the cabin trying to figure this disaster out. We need to


    get Ian back, but there is no way to sneak onto the pack territory. They have too much high tech


    security. Not to mention fucking Mykenzie and Kni. If they sense us we are as good as dead. I


    wonder if they even know that their men captured Ian. If they knew I am sure that he would already be


    dead. So I have a feeling that at the moment only the guys know.


    “How are we gonna get him?” Thomas asks.


    “We need to let Asmoday know what has happened. Maybe he can figure out a way to break Ian out.” I


    answer.


    The four of us sat there in silence because there is really nothing to say. None of us were expecting


    this to happen. We have been blindsided by this. I sent a text to Asmoday to let him know that we need


    to have a talk ASAP. He texted back saying that we can talk tomorrow at our usual ce. This should


    be a great conversation. I hope this whole n is not falling apart.


    Asmoday


    When I received the text from Damian I could tell that something had happened. I asked Vepar if she


    knew anything and she told me she had not heard of anything happening. The four of them should be


    arriving shortly. I wonder what the hell happened to make him want an unscheduled meeting. The four


    of them walk in and I notice that Ian is not present. I wonder if he is out doing more recon or talking to


    those two that have been taking pictures of the girls for us. I would have loved to see their faces when


    they received that box full of pictures of the girls. I hope it pissed them off.


    “Where is Ian?” I ask.


    “Fucking Silver Moon captured him,” Marshall tells me.


    What the fuck? How in the hell did they get their ws on him? That was not what I was expecting to


    hear. Fuck I am so pissed now. Those bastards. We sit there in silence. I mean what is there to say. A


    very important person in our group is in their hands. Darrius tells me that they are still spying and that


    they still can’t figure out how they are doing it. I lean my head back against the chair to gather my


    thoughts. Ok, so now we have to figure out how to get Ian back. We also still have to figure out they are


    spying. Everything was going so well.


    “I think one of the gods is helping them spy on us. That is the only way they can do without any


    technology.” Vepar says.


    Of course, the gods. Why didn’t I realize this before? Now to figure out which one leant their


    assistance. Ok, let me think, which one could it be?


    “I bet it’s Poseidon. Thatnd has a lot of water sources on it. Plus the fact that we just had those four


    days of rain. It just added to the amount of water.” Vepar states.


    “Fuck I never thought of that. You’re right.” Damian replies.


    “Ok that makes sense and that’s one problem figured out but what about Ian?” Darrius asks.


    “They had to use something that would distract him and make him lose his main focus. Is there


    anything that could distract him to that extent?” I ask.


    I see Damian and Marshall look at each other. I think they know of something that could cause him to


    lose focus.


    “Leah. He wants her.” Damian says.


    Ok, well I can see why. She, like the other six, is very beautiful. I doubt that they would use one of the


    girls as bait. So then who did they use that resembles her and could trick him? We sit there and try to


    figure out who they used as bait. None of us cane up with anyone. I let out a sigh and leaned my


    head agaisnt the chair. This is stressing me out.


    “I bet it was Malyka. She is a Nephilim and looks almost identical to Leah.” Vepar tells us.


    She pulls out a picture of both Leah and Malyka. Fuck they do almost look exactly alike. I can see why


    Ian fell into their trap if she was the bait. I hear Damian let out a growl and I tell him to shut up. We sat


    there for a bit longer and talked. None of us coulde up with a solid n to break Ian out. Fuck this


    is not going at all the way I nned it.


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    Darrius


    Well, this n just took a fucking disastrous turn. I still can’t believe that they got a hold of Ian. Those


    bastards in Silver Moon. Just one more reason for me to hate them. I do have to admit that Leah and


    that Nephilim could be twins. I can see how Ian was deceived. Thomas and I have just got back to the


    packhouse and are seated in my office. I really have no idea how to break Ian out. I can only imagine


    what those fuckers are doing to him. I am convinced that the girls do not know about him or I think we


    would have had a visit from them already. We are definitely going to have to be more cautious now.


    Who knows what other ns they have.


    “At least we figured out how they are spying,” Thomas says.


    “Yeah, but how do we stop it. We can’t drain thekes and streams.” I tell him


    “Well then what do we do?” He asks.


    “Honestly I have no idea,” I answer.


    That is the truth. I have no idea how to stop the spying. All I can think of is to not leave anything out


    that can hold water. I am not sure how reasonable that is considering that we need to bathe, wash


    dishes, and other things where we need to have water in a container. This just became a lot more


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