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WYATT

I pulled into the warehouse, exhausted.  Our location had put up a huge fight and the local police were called.  I had to deal with that, and they had wanted to take the girls to their precinct.  I had let them know that we had already made arrangements for medical care to be given to them in another location.  I spent an hour at the station, trying to convince some higher ups that we were not normal mercenaries.  Finally, a lawyer that used to be part of my pack showed up, told the sheriff some bull story about how I was looking for my niece and got me released.  A few of my warriors met me outside the station and drove me back to the warehouse.

I slid out of the car and immediately noticed the hush that was over the huge room.  I could feel something was wrong and I knew it had to do with Kacela.  I looked around for Jarrett.

“He’s upstairs,” a young warrior tentatively said, pointing.  I wal