Sam looked to Luna as they quickly shifted back into small white mice. He heard Steve Newlin and a woman enter the room. They stayed hidden in the small compartment of his bag. After a while, he felt the bag being lifted as he and Luna tumbled around in the bag. He held her tiny mouse body close to his. Perfect animal really...great hearing and very small chance of being detected. It seemed like they were in that bag forever, listening to the drowning noises of Steve talk about himself. The woman giving him such false praise made Sam want to roll his eyes. He thought very highly of himself, and the fact that America believed everything he was feeding them. They mentioned something about Authority Headquarters. It peaked his interest. Apparently he and Luna were being taken far deeper than any shifter has ever been in the vampire world. Emma had to be somewhere. He silently prayed to God or anyone listening that Emma would be where ever Steve was going. Suddenly he felt the bag hit the floor with a thud. A squeak escaped Luna's mouse mouth and he listened with perched ears. They spoke of his pet...had to be Emma. It just had to. The sound of Emma's voice filled his ears and Luna's emotions took hold as he held her back with all he had. She couldn't shift back..not yet it wasn't safe. He closed his eyes as he listened to the cries of Emma, and the cruel tone Steve took with her. His whole small little white body tensed up as he heard Steve call her a punk and tell her that her mother didn't want her any longer. He would kill Steve himself, and enjoy every minute of it. He had big plans for that vampire and any deader that crossed his path or hurt his little girl. Soon the room was quiet, so they slipped out of the bag and ran across the floor to safety. Thinking of a plan he had to form quickly if he and Luna were to escape with Emma....safely and alive. And he did this...quiet as amouse
