#Chapter 72: The Plan

Sarah The footsteps echoed down the long, dark corridor. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was; the way the other moonwolves cowered was enough for me. The footsteps weren’t hurried. They weren’t aggressive. They came slowly, measured and deliberate, heels clicking against the floor like each step was calculated for effect. Sarah. “Awake already?” Sarah’s voice lilted through the air, as casual as ever, but the sinister edge beneath it was unmistakable. I lifted my head just enough to see her approaching, the dim glow from the overhead lamp catching on the sharp lines of her face. Her eyes shimmered in the low light like a snake’s, cold and predatory. I swallowed the knot forming in my throat but didn’t answer. “Not going to say hello?” she teased as she stopped just outside the bars, folding her arms across her chest. “I thought we were closer than that by now.” “I don’t have anything to say to you.” My voice came out more hoarse than I would h