Max's POV (By the way, you might want to read the last few lines on chapter 8 just for everything to make sense)
"Forever." Said a hollow sounding voice above me, "they'll keep you here forever."
I looked around and, behind me on a second row of cages, a forlorn looking black boy sat, starring at us. I don't mean black like race, I mean black as in, black. His hair, his skin, it was as if he had been dipped in a pool of ink, the only visible pale part of his body were the whites of his eyes, contrasting sharply against his other features. Other then his eyes, he looked faintly. . . Asian . . . how odd.
"But surely you know that already," continued the boy, his eyes lingering for a moment on the wings protruding out of my back. There was a moment of silence.
"What's your name?" asked Iggy finally.
The boy shrugged and gave an indifferent sniff before turning around.
"Jasper? Jasper, Jasper!" Yelped Beta
The boy spun around, "Wha-Beta?" he looked surprised, "I thought you had gotten away!"
"We had- there were . . . complications," mumbled Beta"
"How bad?"
Beta's hand brushed against a large bruise covering most of her face, "pretty bad."
"Alpha?" Whispered the boy called Jasper
Beta shrugged, "I don't know."
Another moment of silence, finally broken by Jaspers quiet, "oh."
The flock and I battered him with questions about this place that Jasper didn't answer, until finally Beta silenced us with a dirty look.
The well oiled hinges on the door at the far side of the room made the quietest of squeaks as it opened, and a tall woman donned in a lab coat wheeled in another dog crate. The figure in the crate stirred.
"Alpha!" The simultaneous yelps of joy sounded from both Beta and Jasper as she was wheeled in. She appeared to be heavily bandaged, but otherwise alright.
"Um, hi." She mumbled, brushing a hand through her tangled hair.
"Are you okay?" asked Jasper.
"Yes, I mean, you know . . . nothing some stitches and surgery cant handle I guess."
She shifted positions uncomfortably, and her eyes swept over us, her eyes lingering on Iggy for, perhaps a second to long.
"Er, How are you guys?"
"Fine I guess," I answered.
"Cool. Right, okay." Alpha seemed awkward, agitated.
Jasper looked as if he was holding something back; he stared at Alpha, looking thoroughly miserable.
"Guys," Said Alpha finally, "Guys we have to go, now."
"No duh," Scoffed The Gasman.
"No, you don't understand-we have to go now." Repeated Alpha, she glanced at Iggy again, before meeting Jaspers gaze, "all of us, now."
"How do you plan on doing that?" asked Fang coldly.
"I don't know."
Did you like it?So, so sorry for taking forever to update, I've been busy. I'm baking cookies, Who ever review's gets one! Seriously, review. Probably only about two or three more chapters to go.