One - Hundred Three: Time for a New Plan

One-Hundred Three: Time for a New Plan

Damian

Those Silver Moon bastards captured Ian. How the fuck did they do that. Marshall and I are in the cabin, and we are pissed. We just got the news from Alpha Darrius. One of the guys on patrol found a sealed envelope with my name on it and gave it to Darrius. He can come over here with Thomas and hand it to him. It was a picture of Ian in a cell with chains around his wrists and ankles anchored to the floor. All the note said was that we were next. Those fuckers are going to pay for this. I want to kill everyone one of them. To add to the insult, we still have no idea how they are spying on us. They seem to be two fucking steps ahead.

“How the hell did they get their hands on him?” Marshall asks.

“I don’t know,” I tell him.

It’s the honest truth. I have no idea. He is always so careful and very aware of his surroundings. They had to have some type of distraction to make him lose his focus. I know Darrius is getting wo