Samuel Reaches The Safe House

Havermouth, Present Time

The prisoner was strangely docile, his face slack and his movements obedient to precision. The werewolf alpha’s eyes however burned with a fury that had Samuel double checking the man’s handcuffs before closing the door.

There had been no act of subterfuge in bringing the werewolf to the car. In fact, it had almost been deliberately obvious that they were doing so, and accompanied with a cameraman and reporter, who had moved away to stand framed against a backdrop of busy soldiers whilst the woman finished her report. He suspected that Talen had arranged for the werewolf to be spelled in order for him to appear to come willingly to demonstrate that it was voluntarily done.

“Is he spelled?” He asked Talen quietly when there was no one within hearing distance.

“Mhm,” Talen’s hum was confirmation. “He will obey your directions if you keep them specific, but do not trust it for longer than the journey takes.”

“Understood,” Samuel nodded crisply. There remained man