Good Cop, Bad Bop

Baker stood at the end of a dirt drive with the two werewolves that were actually being taken away. He glanced at them, and felt disheartened that he was not able to give them a chance to run. However, with the threat a few days ago and the one having a mate held captive they did not put up much of a fight. He was still puzzling how he was going to get them out of this, along with the other captives. 

It was very obvious now to Baker that they were being kept as gifts if you would. Gifts to feed the real monster that Torrence was waiting to catch up. The darkness, the vessel. Baker had no idea where it was. Nor if the others had any idea of what the society was doing, nor that they had caught up to the Atlantean. The wolves said that the sense was very strong here, Baker felt it too.