Humane Restraints Novels & Stories

“If this involves restraints—” “It does,” Cain cut in, still calm. “Silver-threaded. Standard procedure.” My pulse spiked. Cassian didn’t move, but I felt the tension snap tight beside me. “Silver suppresses.” “Yes,” Cain said simply. “That’s the point.” “For alphas?” Cassian challenged. “For wolves,” Cain replied, like that answered everything. Silence. Then— “Positions,” the enforcer said. Two circles lit up on the floor. Side by side.

Injecting the still unconscious animal with a sedative I heaved him upon it, sweat breaking across my brow from the sheer weight of him. Once on the treatment table, the reality hit me: I was about to stitch up a predator that could shred me to ribbons if he woke angry. So straps of fiber were bound around his limbs, and settled with a makeshift leash restraint around his mouth when the muzzles avilable proved to be too small. Fear made me lock Chicken Nugget outside the OT door much against his protests. Still, the rhythm of medicine steadied me. Gloves on. Instruments sterilized. Saline flush. I'd done this a thousand times before, I told myself.

Even so, we move with caution. We carry him carefully down into the basement level of the pack house, into the secure wing we rarely have to use. The room is built for containment. Reinforced steel, lined with silver, warded. No sunlight, no sharp edges. No chance for suicide or escape. We lay him out on the cot and bind him to the wall chains, each one enchanted and tested. I personally double check every restraint. When he wakes, he’s going to find himself with no options. I step back, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest.

The neural inhibitors around my wrists hummed in protest at the jolt, sending a fresh wave of dampening static up my arms. Before I could push myself up, three of them dropped in after me, moving fast. They carried additional sleek, matte-black restraint bands… thinner than standard, custom-built. More of Jade’s work: a full set of neural-tech collars and cuffs engineered specifically for my power signature. The micro-emitters inside were denser, more adaptive and aggressive than the wrist pair I was already wearing.

I cleared my eyes and began to stitch up her wounds, preventing her from bleeding out any further. I stayed beside her for the next few hours to monitor her condition. Sienna was still unconscious, but at least she was breathing on her own now. When it looked promising that she would be ok, I hooked her back up to her restraints. It was going against my ethical beliefs to do so, but I knew I had no other choice. However, I did loosen the restraints slightly to make it more comfortable for her. Instead of restraining her arms behind her back as Hunter had done, I restrained her hands in front of her.

Mara sees it. “Do not give it the read.” “It has Sarah.” “It chose Sarah because it knows that works.” I know. Knowing is useless when Sarah’s shoulder is one inch from breaking. Its head tilts. “Support-person damage can be limited if carrier returns to supervised stability.” “You want me alive.” “Complete.” “Those are different words.” It does not answer. A fourth clone steps from the ceiling gap and lands near the counseling door. This one carries a case. Transparent. Padded. Inside are white restraints shaped for wrists, ankles, throat, and belly.

I pulled out the metal to examine it further and asked, “We get this on your brothers’ wrists and then what?” “Any cuffs made out of these will be activated when they are attached to the person. Even when they are in their wolf form, they won't be able to move,” Androkles answered distractedly, swiping his merlot eyes in awe all over the room. “They aren't regular metal. They are godly restraints.”

He is a trained enforcer and considerably larger than me and for about fifteen seconds the outcome is not obvious, his elbow coming back hard into my ribs twice, and I absorb both and hold position and keep the forearm across his throat without increasing the pressure because I am not trying to choke him, I am trying to outlast him, and eventually the training he has and the training I have meet somewhere in the middle and he stops moving. I get the zip ties from the desk drawer, the ones that have been in there since a security briefing two months ago when Cassidy distributed them as part of an emergency restraint demonstration and I never took mine back to the supply room, and I use three

"Thank you." “Remember, the reel with the tension cord is here. That’s where it expands and contracts to fit you and Justice.” He points to a metal circle under my armpit while he adjusts the straps. “It’ll be under her armpit too. Don’t let it break, or else it won’t fit no more. If it breaks when you’re in human form, the harness will strangle Justice.” “Don’t strangle Justice.” I nod. “Got it.” “Yeah, don’t strangle Justice.” She parrots me.

"What do you mean by that?" "Let's just say she's receiving some unique therapy to help unlock her potential." He turned back to me, and I could see something almost like pity in his eyes. "Don't worry, she's not being harmed. At least, not in any permanent way." I struggled against the restraints, fury building in my chest. "You bastard. When I get out of these—" "You won't," he interrupted calmly. "Those restraints are reinforced with silver threading and blessed by a witch. Even at full strength, you couldn't break them. And with wolfsbane still in your system?" He shook his head. "You're stuck, my friend."