All of the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. As I said in the last chapter, I am revising the last few chapters to make them better. The content will be the same but there is just going to be a few changes for the better. I will try to get them out as soon as possible with a few more chapters. Hope you like it!
The building that the seekers led us to was surprising. It was an old police building that we humans used back in the day. The only change being that there was a thick layer of dust on the lampposts that were attached to the doorway. Hands bound behind our backs, Jared and Jamie were pushed toward the door first followed by Wanda and Ian. Ian kept himself firmly attached to Wanda's side, brushing himself against her side as often as the seekers would allow. Jared and Jamie kept turning their heads to check that everyone was OK. In both of their eyes there was an air of determination, a determination that I could be proud of. I knew that if they had hope than no matter what we would find our way home.
The inside of the building was not much different than the outside. Dust covered all surfaces from the wooden counter at the entrance to the cell floors at the back of the building. A woman greeted us by the wooden counter, her pale blond eyebrows raised themselves above her grey eyes. "What is going on here? I was told by Blue Skies that I should wait here because there were prisoners that needed to be locked up! What is the meaning of this?"
Dances with Stars answered first, "I am just as surprised as you Moon Beams but these humans were caught right outside of the hotel."
Moon Beams answered sharply, "and you decided to lock them up and tie their hands behind their backs? What kind of souls are you!"
Wolf Howling in the Night quickly crossed the room and slapped her across the face with the back of his hand. "SILENCE! I will NOT tolerate this kind of insubordination from you! They pose a risk to the entire community! What will it look like if we do not capture invaders? Everything will be ruined!"
Jared looked back at me. There was a gleam in his eyes. A gleam that told me that this type of internal conflict will work in our advantage. Jamie, pointedly looked down at his hands while the two seekers were bickering. My eyes widened in surprise. A shard of the ice scraper that we carried in the car was lying in his palm. He quickly tucked the shard up his sleeve as Dances with Stars swept his gaze in our direction.