Chapter 55

“You can’t seriously expect me to believe that,” Tasia said.

“You’re a werewolf in a cage who was shot by one of her buddies and dropped off for safekeeping in a tour bus with a famous pastor’s face on it. Whose story is more believable right now?” Dana double-checked the position of her foot with her hand and then kicked. When it didn’t give after the first few strikes, she stretched her body and pushed against the latch side of the door with her foot, bracing her back against the interior. The metal bent, but held with a groan. She felt around the cage some more, it was smooth on the inside. There was the faint odor of dried sweat and blood, but it was overpowered by Tasia’s scent.

“These cages weren’t made for animals. I saw them when I came in. I think Osgrove has been using them for people.” Tasia shifted in her cage. “That pompous fucker.”

“He’s in league with a demon. We didn’t know that when we came, but we do now.” Dana felt a subtle shift in the trailer.