All Chapters of Alpha VS Omega' Twin VS Twin (A Dark Werewolf Romance): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

POV: SilasLocation: Warehouse, ShadwellTime: Same Night as Callum's HoldingI'm cataloging bodies when Tom arrives with news. Three corpses on my tables tonight. Two werewolves, one vampire. All died violently. All worth money to the right buyers.The first werewolf's a packless male, maybe thirty, killed in the fighting pits. Bill Bolter sent the body over an hour ago. Clean kill, throat torn out, died fast. The organs are intact. Necromancers will pay well for the heart.The second werewolf's messier. Female, turned wolf, died during transformation. Her body rejected the change. This happens sometimes with turned wolves. The mortality rate's forty percent during first transformation. This one was part of that forty percent.The vampire's unusual. Staked through the heart but not burned. Someone wanted the vampire dead but left the body intact. That suggests professional hit, not personal vendetta. I'll have to investigate who ordered it.I photograph each body from multiple angles

POV: Callum BrennanLocation: Supernatural Prison, Week TwoTime: Day TwelveI've been in the Cage for twelve days. My rib's healing wrong. The cuts on my face are infected. I can't sleep because the silver burns constantly. And I've lost at least fifteen pounds because the food makes me sick.But I'm still alive. That counts for something.I'm lying on the metal cot when guards appear outside my cell. Three vampires. They're not the regular patrol. These ones are wearing different uniforms. Black instead of gray."Prisoner 4729. On your feet."I stand slowly. Everything hurts. The movement pulls at partially healed injuries."Where are we going?""Disciplinary review. The warden wants to see you."I haven't broken any rules. Haven't caused problems. Haven't even spoken to other prisoners. But that doesn't matter here. The guards don't need reasons to hurt you.They chain my wrists and ankles. The silver burns where it touches skin. I've got permanent scars now from where the chains r

POV: Callum BrennanLocation: Supernatural Prison, Month TwoTime: Eight Weeks InI've been in the Cage for eight weeks. I've lost thirty pounds. My ribs show through my skin. My hands shake constantly from silver poisoning. And I can't remember what it feels like to not be in pain.But I'm still alive. That's more than most wolves in here can say.I'm in the exercise yard when Kristoff approaches. Kristoff's the cellblock boss. Alpha wolf who's been in the Cage for three years. Survived by being meaner than anyone else. Vampire guards respect him because he keeps order."Brennan. You're fighting tonight.""Fighting what?""Who. Prison fighting pits. Wolves versus wolves for vampire entertainment." Kristoff looks me over. "You're scrawny but you've got training. Pack wolf background. Might be worth betting on.""I don't want to fight.""Wasn't a question. Guards assigned you. You fight or you go to the Black Chamber for a week." Kristoff grins. Teeth missing from previous fights. "At l

POV: Callum BrennanLocation: Prison CourtyardTime: Month ThreeThe guards wake us at dawn. All of us. Every wolf in the facility. They drag us from our cells and force us into the courtyard. No explanations. Just orders barked through the corridors."Move. Courtyard. Now."I stumble out with the others. My cellmate, a wolf named Boris, mutters beside me. "Execution day. They always do this. Make everyone watch.""Watch what?""You'll see."The courtyard's packed with wolves. Maybe four hundred of us standing in rows while vampire guards patrol the perimeter. There's a platform in the center that wasn't there yesterday. Wood construction, hastily built, with chains hanging from a crossbeam.This is where someone dies today.A vampire official steps onto the platform. Ancient one, probably six hundred years old. He's wearing ceremonial robes that mark him as Prison Warden."Inmates of the Cage. You're assembled to witness justice. To learn the consequences of losing control." The Warde

POV: Isla ReidLocation: The Rookeries, 18 Months Post-BiteTime: Present DayI'm treating a silver burn on a newly turned wolf when Sophie bursts into the Bethnal Green location."Isla. We've got a problem. The Shadwell building. Landlord's threatening eviction. Says we're violating occupancy limits."I finish bandaging the burn. "How much does he want?""Two thousand pounds. By Friday. Or he calls the police."Two thousand pounds. I have maybe three hundred in our emergency fund. This is what happens when you run charity operations with no budget."Tell him I'll meet him tomorrow. Negotiate payment plan." I look at the newly turned wolf. A girl, maybe nineteen, attacked three days ago. "You'll be okay. The burn will heal in a week. Keep the bandage clean."The girl nods. She's terrified. They all are at first. Turned into monsters, abandoned by families, ending up in the Rookeries because there's nowhere else.I've helped seventy-four wolves in eighteen months. Most move on after thr