The Underground Railroad Novels & Stories

he assures me. Jonah, Liam, and I make our way out of the deep tunnels. It seems Adeera took us underground which I have never seen before. I didn't even know she built a whole dungeon underneath her safe haven for wolves, as she call it. But for once I saw the true Adeera, and it sent shivers down my spine. To think I trusted her.

Once clear, the machines pulsed a second wave, and, while I was drinking wine at the dinner table, walls and roofs came down. As I cut a slice of the fresh lemon cake I had brought with me, for dessert, a human train was running underneath the debris of warehouses three hundred miles from my location. A train of twenty-one kids and seventeen adults, with five of my team leading and guarding the escapees. And while I was fondling the dearest brother of the broker of sorrow and misery, that tunnel had exploded, all the way along its length. Hiding any evidence of who or how many people had passed through it.

The underground passage had three entry points; one inside the mansion, one in the front courtyard, and one in the back courtyard. This greatly increased the chances of escape. Even if there was no underground passage, they had also secretly mobilized a lot of manpower. When Belinda was about to truly try to perish with them, their men would take control of Mr. Gordon and his team and prevent them from pouring gasoline and setting a fire.

“Just curious. If you don’t want to answer, that’s fine. But I think you were somewhere.” I raised an eyebrow. “Where do you think I was?” “The old greenhouse?” Shit! She was right. I was indeed there. But Skylar couldn't know I was there. Because that place was very important and secret for the underground business I was running. The old greenhouse at the rest house was a diversion from the place below it. Underneath that unused place, my people processed and created the drugs that I used for my underground business. That place was the main headquarters of the Wild Hurricanes, aside from the general headquarters and the clinic.

Richard started, leaning back against the pillows, his arm still wrapped around me, "I kind of sent them to someone, and they’re currently in one of the underground zones ." He spoke casually, as if discussing something as mundane as the weather, but I knew better. The underground zones were no joke—they were places where the law didn’t reach, where power and influence ruled above all else. "I won’t be taking you there," he continued, his voice firm, "but I’ll do exactly what you said. I’ll have them sent to Havana Correctional Center, and I’ll give strict orders to make their lives miserable. They won’t have a moment of peace there."

Chapter 13 – Rumors in the Underground There were places in the city even the boldest werewolves didn’t go without backup. The Underground was one of them. Technically, it was a collection of decommissioned subway tunnels beneath the East District—abandoned decades ago after a chemical spill scared off the humans. But in the shifter world, it had a different name: No-Man’s Packland. Riley had only been there once before. That night ended with a broken rib and a threat scrawled on the back of her jacket in blood.

Never a lover of tight spaces, he feared panicking from claustrophobia before they reached the end. When he was finally able to stand tall and breathe clear, fresh air again, he realized they’d come out on the edge of town, near the livery stable. The tunnel had to be at least a mile long! He later learned it was part of the underground railroad that helped runaway slaves make it north of the Ohio river where slavery was outlawed.