The Prisoners Novels & Stories

(POV) Edric and Meira are placed in different small prisons. Stay next door. The difference is that the small jail on the left is filled with temporary prisoners whose contents are male, while the one on the right is filled with temporary prisoners whose contents are all women. Edric roared in prison. All his words cursed Meira.

Within the vast, dimly lit expanse of the repurposed factory, now transformed into a makeshift prison, an air of palpable tension hung heavily. The two-story building was segmented into numerous private cells, each imprisoning individuals from four towns – a mix of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas ensnared during the operation. These cramped quarters, typically housing two or three captives, bore the weight of their fear and uncertainty. In one such cell, a family of four huddled together, their faces ghostly pale.

Just lock them up for now," Julian intervened. He then placed a reassuring hand on Alonzo's shoulder, adding, "I believe you. After all, Norman has always advocated for peace at the council meetings. If he truly wanted to end the war, he wouldn't abuse prisoners." Just then, Mario entered the room and handed Julian a file. "These are the records for those 11 prisoners. Two have retired and returned to civilian life, but the other nine have vanished without a trace as if erased from existence." 'Could those prisoners have become Shadows?' The thought crossed my mind, but I kept silent, opting to mind-link Julian instead.

'It may be possible…' She was about to pinch herself again when she heard a knock from the door, interrupting her. "Young mistress, are you awake?" 'I haven't been called like that for a while…' Amerie thought as she looks at the door. When the mansion was burned, all of her people were executed. They were all accused of treason as Amerie was captured, she even saw from her window how they were executed by the kingdom's soldiers. Amerie shook her head at that memory, focusing on the voice that called to her at the door.

"Get out. I don't want to see you again. I'll see this through to the end. You'll be hearing from the court." Jean froze where she stood, her eyes searching my face, as if trying to tell if I really meant it. At last, she gave a mocking little laugh. "Seth, you've really gotten more and more audacious, haven't you? When it comes down to it, the one most to blame is Callum. At worst, I was just someone left in the dark. That makes me a victim, too. "As for Teresa's injury, it wasn't intentional. At most, I'll just throw some money at it and be done with it. Do you still think I'm the same penniless Jean Sullivan you could push around at will?

Dramon called out through the mindlink. “Yes I am, just got a minor distraction. Fill me in.” “The thing is that the new prisoners we have were once a part of the rogue lunatic's camp. They seem to know a whole lot and are made to confess.” “What! That is crazy, why are they now imprisoned?” “They tried to run and were even successful at first. They claimed that no one bribed them but the state of the camp was bad. One just lost his mate from excessive bleeding right now.” “Why can't I hear any howls?”

Ryker POV The detention cell was in the sublevel beneath the packhouse, reinforced with silver-lined walls that dampened a wolf's strength to something manageable. I hadn't been down here since the night we'd hauled two of Marcus's tranquilized guards out of the wreckage of that vehicle chase, and in the chaos of the following days — Maya's recovery, the shift training, Leo finding his footing — I'd let Kade handle the prisoner's basic processing while I focused on the people I actually cared about keeping alive.

“NOW!” They blink, realization hitting them in the face. And then chaos erupts. The air fills with the sound of chains hitting stone, shouts of disbelief and the shuffle of bare feet against the floor. The prisoners pour out like a flood, pushing past me and Mustachio. “We’re free!” they shout. “FREE!” “LONG LIVE LORD EZRA!” More footsteps approach, louder now, from the entrance of the dungeon. The guards. More are coming. But Colin is still within sight, just near the opening.

After ensuring Samuel and Tristan were safe with Alison and Colby, I headed to the cells with John and Clarence. The last time I was here, Claire was the only prisoner. Now, the twenty-five-cell prison was filled. I was shocked so many survived the two-front battle. I glanced at the hunters and werewolves in their Bloodmoon red jumpsuits as we walked. They all looked broken, haunted. Logan and Finn had already worked them over, if I had to guess. Some sat huddled on their cots, rocking, muttering about monsters. Whatever they’d seen had shattered them. “What happened to the ones incoherently whimpering about various monsters?” I asked.

"We have a practice where we take out one prisoner every night from the dungeon, and I and my men—we—uh, we have some fun with them." My breath stills. I clench my jaw tight in anger. The fucking pigs. Taking away the prisoners under their care to do such despicable things to them. All because these people have been put under them? Are these the people that the pack shifters realm have deemed fit to live and dine among their packs, while we are cast away as rogues? So these are the innocents who don't deserve to be slaughtered. A dry laugh escapes my lips, and without thinking I swipe my sword against his other ear.