The full moon

It was the night of the full moon. As darkness drew closer, the guards checked all the slave quarters to make sure there were enough reinforcements to ensure that none of them escaped. The cages were reinforced with wolfs bane and the slaves starved throughout the day to ensure that they were weaker than usual. Emma was still in solitary confinement so the door was locked from the outside. The metallic door was too strong for her to break even in her wolf form.

Being locked up in human form was bad enough. Being locked up in werewolf form was absolute torture because that was when a werewolf was supposed to be most free. Emma was certainly not looking forward to the experience.

Suddenly, the door opened and Ken stood there.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Emma asked him.

“Today is the best day to escape. The boundary around the pack will be done so that everyone can be free to run as far as they can. This only happens on the night of the full moon. That’s why the slave quarters