In his cell he hardly got any sleep, he was being plagued with memories. Memories were so intense he jolted up sweaty and panting. The room was lit up by an electric light which he turned off and sat in the darkness. He had seen Sara again in his dreams. She had kept coming to him the past days. He felt the need to do something about their current predicament and fast. But he was going to play it cool. He knew better than to lose himself to anger.
Jeremy Corbyn arrived early on the third morning of their k********g and imprisonment. He did not take chances with these old timer alphas. As the oldest son of his father, Xigma Corbyn, and next to assume the alpha title, he took little chances at failure when it came to his father's assignments. Three big, strapped wolfmen went in before him,
