“It’s time to go.” A deep, gruff voice demands from the doorway. I turn to look at the owner of the voice before looking at my bodyguard, the former Gamma of the Eclipsed Moon pack, for direction. He huffs loudly before motioning for me to get up from my crate with a nod towards the doorway. I smile nervously at him before standing and stretching, but his face remains fixed in the same permanent scowl he has been wearing since he first sat down next me. Without my phone or a working clock there is no way to tell exactly how long I have been sat down on the rock hard crate in this ramshackle, old cottage, but it can’t be much longer than half an hour. Just long enough to get a numb bum. I follow ‘gruff-voice’ whilst ‘bodyguard’ follows me as we slowly walk out of the living room and out to
