I could not listen to any more of what was said because I felt the cold end of a knife pressed against my neck; I had been caught. 

“Now, turn around slowly…” the person who held the knife whispered and I complied. 

He led me away from there and I could tell that we were headed to the cells. He led me towards an empty cell and just as he opened the door I pinned him to the ground and knocked him out cold. I motioned for one of the shapeshifters I had brought on this trip to tie him up. I was going to decide later if he was...