Wolves Behind Bars Novels & Stories

he murmured, stopping to drop a kiss on my shoulder for motivation. We walked in silence until the corridor opened into a vast underground chamber. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight before me. We stood before what could only be described as a prison. Its metal bars were gleaming dully in the flashlight's beam and were partitioned into big cages. But it wasn't the cage or the prison itself that made my heart stop; it was what lay within. Feral wolves, three of them, lay sedated in each of the cages. Their massive forms were still, but even in sleep, they radiated an aura of dangerous power. My grip on Kael's hand tightened.

Lucas started dragging her back towards the van. She struggled and screamed, but he was too strong. He threw her in the back and slammed the door. Clara sat up and tried to open it back up, but it was locked. They started moving and Clara continued her pounding and screaming on the back window. Two wolves appeared from the forest and Clara's heart broke. It was David and James; they were too late.

The muzzle of the wolf, grinning and splashing with saliva, clicked in the face of the man, while Ar chuckled contentedly, throwing off his turn. - Well, shall we dance? - mocking, repeated the words of Mark. “Let’s dance,” Mark repeated, stretching his lips into a bloody smile. Arnar sensed the approaching danger from behind and heard Vitali's cry: - Behind! — Violating the order to stay in the territory, he rushed to the rescue. The werewolf flew off, slamming like a stone wall into the body of the High Vampire that appeared out of nowhere. A sweetish aroma enveloped Arnar and forced him to exhale convulsively from the pain spreading in his back.

"If every pack kicked out one criminal wolf, we would have produced another rogue army, One large enough to clear out some of the smaller packs. We did this by sparing them before. We put ourselves in a bad situation, and will not be making the same mistake again. Anyone who goes against the pack will be locked up or executed depending on the severity. There is no longer an in-between." "The humans had it right. Either lock them up or sentence them to death. They don't just kick them out of their city and hope for the best." I nodded, not liking that we would be resorting to killing those who went against the pack, but what choice did we have? If they dared to commit an act of ill intent tow

As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they growl. I could easily take them all if I was on my own but now I had a mate standing behind me trembling in fear. I contemplated turning to my wolf and finishing these rogues off but I can't risk her safety so I quickly connect to the mind link trying to reach my beta and pack while making sure she was still safe behind me.

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

Sirius sighed, tapping the tip of Lola's nose before wheeling on me haughtily and snapping, "Well? Get moving!" He even leered at me as if he were bestowing me a great gift and left before I could say a word. Right in the middle was a huge fire pot filled with burning coals and rows of branding irons with the worst profanities described. That was when we saw a slaver was pressed down with a red-hot branding iron on his back. Even the strongest beastfolk would scream shrilly because of the pain despite his sheer muscular bulk. Even Sirius cringed, but he said nothing as Lola told a bodyguard to drag me inside.

His wolf had gotten angry upon hearing those dirty words for his mate. But he could not interrupt the ritual. His pack members were allowed to treat Maya however they pleased on this day. His interruption would taint the ceremony. The fear of not making Maya his mate was the only thing that stopped him from attacking Doug. In anger, he grabbed the head of the woman that was sucking his thick, veiny cock in her mouth like it was the most delicious popsicle that she ever had, and started pounding it in and out until he felt her choking on it.

The few I had visited were much smaller in size and distinctly inferior in both cleanliness and organization. When we’d finished touring the main part of the facility, he took us to an area that was marked “restricted”. Behind those doors I was amazed to discover a few rooms that contained several cages with convalescing wildlife. In one room there was an eagle and a few rabbits. Another hosted two foxes who’d had the misfortune of getting caught in a trap, but the good fortune of being discovered and rescued before the trapper returned to check on things. The final room we entered contained an enormous wolf with a broken leg. As I approached the cage, it snarled its warning. To my surp

Bart watched the wolves, and their mates return to the Wolf’s Den bar with a cat. He’d enjoy thinking about the insanity that will ensure from that later. Now he needed to get his head in the game. The evidence collection was going well, but that’s because there wasn’t much to process.