  &quot;You can untie her, Doc. She can eat, but she stays confined in here until we decide what we should do with her. I still want a name and pack. I need to know what kind of threat she, or they, pose. I ll be back soon. I need to contact Alpha Santo and get direction concerning our intruder. He ll want to be informed.&quot;
  My heart literally stops beating in my chest, and I have to stop myself from gasping out loud at the words that come out of his mouth. My insides self-combust and the blood freezes in my veins, as my mind comes to a complete standstill on those two little terrifying words.
  Alpha Santo! Juan? There is no other Santo pack in these parts, and his resemblance isn t coincidental. Why Colton kept coming to mind is now glaringly obvious. This is Juan s facility, which can only mean one thing. Deacon is a Santo; it explains the asshole s bad attitude and shitty behavi

  Deacon is a brute of the highest order who probably got his training in Juan s school of charm for asshats. He half drags me, half lets me walk on my own feeble legs down the hallway to an elevator. Only stopping to bark orders at another guard sat at a desk nearby, before shoving me inside and taking me down to a level that has an air of aircraft hangar. The doors slide open to reveal a large, empty space in semi-darkness, with concrete floors and strip lighting on the ceiling, which stands a good twenty feet above us. The space is huge and there are three trucks parked at the far end on what looks like a platform, which I m assuming raises up. It s dull, definitely many degrees colder, and seems like a part no one frequents all too often.
  As we walk, the lights flick on automatically over our heads, and I note in the middle of the wall on the left, a low glow is already illuminatin

  &quot;I thought he might have food,&quot; I add, eyes darting around the room past him as I continue to come back to the land of reality and start looking for something useful to help me get out of these straps. Trying up muster up the willpower to turn again, but nothing happens. Something is seriously screwing with my abilities, and this individual doesn t seem like an imminent threat. Unless talking you to death is possible. My nerves quickly dissipating in his presence.
  &quot;Oh, so you re hungry. How thoughtless of us. Well, we can do something about that, can t we. No need for us to be rude and inhospitable. It makes perfect sense you would be drawn to a manmade building in search of supplies in the center of this green utopia if you were out here lost. I just would like to know your name for a start, and possibly where you originated from, and maybe, if you have any more frien

&quot;You can untie her, Doc. She can eat, but she stays confined in here until we decide what we should do with her. I still want a name and pack. I need to know what kind of threat she, or they, pose. I ll be back soon. I need to contact Alpha Santo and get direction concerning our intruder. He ll want to be informed.&quot;
  My heart literally stops beating in my chest, and I have to stop myself from gasping out loud at the words that come out of his mouth. My insides self-combust and the blood freezes in my veins, as my mind comes to a complete standstill on those two little terrifying words.
  Alpha Santo! Juan? There is no other Santo pack in these parts, and his resemblance isn t coincidental. Why Colton kept coming to mind is now glaringly obvious. This is Juan s facility, which can only mean one thing. Deacon is a Santo; it explains the asshole s bad attitude and shitty behavior. And possibly, Sierra is not an invading dream because of Colton telling me about her before I le

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