After I made sure Summer was safely back at the pack house, I went to the prison to interrogate our newest prisoner. When I walked in, the other Hunters yelled and screamed, calling us freaks and abominations, and were riled up.
“How long has this been going on?” I asked Nate when I got to the end of the hallway.
“Since we brought in the new prisoner,” he answered, getting the hose out. “Do you want me to hose them down?”
“Yeah, it will give them a cooldown they need,” I answered, walking down to the interrogation room. When I walked in, I found a boy, no older than sixteen, wearing a Hunter uniform. His hair was a mess, with leaves and twigs in it. He must have given my guys one hell of a time getting caught. I sat down across from him and clasped my hands together, placing them on the
