Chapter 151

Bloodrayne wolves were larger than most, both in their wolf and human forms.

It was hard to find a Bloodrayne shifter, unless it was female, under six feet tall.

Three cells were packed with the thirty-five injured, bleeding shifters from Bloodrayne, not one of which was under six-two, or leaner than at least two normal shifters combined.

Even as they hunched or squatted, their size difference was evident.

They were all surly, but even in their discomfort, pride oozed off their bodies in waves.

All Bloodrayne prisoners had been kept separate from the other prisoners.

They were all on the fifth level.

Those from the battle at Bloodrayne, and those who had survived the attack on Reyland.

There were still two more levels to go – where she, Gravan, and as she came to find out just days earlier, her father as well, had come to know.

The Bloodrayne shifters’ large sizes made it so that they were more cramped than w