******************************************Milo*****************************************
At the sound of a door shutting and people's voices, I jumped up off the small cot I was sitting on going closer to the bars,
Looking down the tiny, narrow hall, I could make out. Figures of two people walking this way,
Once they were close enough, I saw it was my dad's Beta. His head was tipped down as he walked. His hands were cuffed as one guard held his upper arm,
Putting him in the cell across from me, He just stood there in the middle of the cell. His shoulder slumped. I have never seen him look like that,
"Beta Cole!" I called him. His body tensed as he turned, looking over his shoulder. His eyes brows scrunched together,
"Milo?" He turns completely, walking over to the bars. "What are
