Wolves Behind Bars Novels & Stories

I couldn’t stay there and continue to face the disgrace of that day. My wolf is still weak. From time to time, he would groan within me, maybe to tell me he was still there or a sign of mourning. With every movement on the ground, my body still burned with pain. Whenever my body brushed against a tree or hit a rock, the pain would multiply. However, my will prompted me to continue to move on. If this will be my end, so be it. it was better than staying in the clan where no one cared anymore.

Trespassing without invitation or previous notice was punished by death in this pack. I pushed my canines through the neck tendons of the wolf I had pressed between my strong jaw muscles and bit down. My mouth filled itself with the red thick liquid and stained my muzzle. The metallic taste flooding my tongue paired with the sickening stench penetrating my nostrils gave me the urge to hurl, but I remained stoic and put together. Leaders like me couldn’t show weaknesses. My warriors took care of the disposal of the corpses, they would be burned by the border to set an example for other possible wanderers.

"The texts describe Lunara wolves as waiting. Not broken, not delayed—waiting, for a moment of extreme enough need that the wolf understood exactly when she was required. As if she knew the ordinary timeline wasn't the one that mattered." "The fire," I said quietly. "Yes." I thought of the wolf curled in that endless grey dark inside the Merisa vision, wounded and small, waiting twenty-one years for a body she hadn't been given until the night everyone I trusted tried to end my life at once. She hadn't been late. She'd been waiting for exactly that.

I wish I could unsee the parade of humans pushing carts laden with cages, cages containing terrified wolves, trapped in their bestial forms, huddled in corners, their eyes sad and sunken, their arms and legs bald where they've been shaved and poked, used for whatever sick experiments happened behind the great, steel wall. The doors to the wall are wide open today, and I can see deep inside that mysterious chamber. I had wondered if that had been where they kept the wolves. And now, seeing the condition they are in, I wish I had known sooner so that as we witches planned our escapes, I could have planned to free them as well. No one should live trapped like this. No one should die like this e

“Who?” I lowered my head in disgrace, “Lisa.” Nathaniel burst out into laughter, “That bitch? She deserved it.” “What?” I asked, snapping my attention towards the strange wolf. “She is the worst of all the humans here, she runs experiments on cubs and pregnant women. She deserves all that you gave her and more.” Nathaniel chuckled lightly, his eyes littered with humour.

Hagrid shrieked wildly, the metal chains rattling erratically as the guards tossed him back and forth like a jackrabbit. “GREAT WOLVES OF GOTHAM! WE ARE GATHERED HERE TO WITNESS THE EXECUTION OF THIS OLF WHO DARED INTRUDE ONOUR NOBLE PACK!” I roared as wolves rushed to surround us in the gritty foyer, their eyes appearing black and shiny in the halo of the light from their fire-sticks.

Not for long, I thought, but the words stuck in my chest. Across the clearing, crude structures rose — wooden platforms, cages stacked in rows. And in those cages, wolves sat. Starved, beaten, their eyes wide with terror as they stared down at the pits. Experiment stock. My hands curled into fists. “He’s turning our people into this.” Roman’s silence was worse than words. His face was stone, but his eyes… his eyes burned with a rage that looked like it could level the world. “We should free them,” Grayson hissed.

Ragnar asked, “What do you mean by driving your wolves crazy?” Eleanor explained, “Most of his prisoners underneath that hospital are low-ranked criminals. They are not as strong as me and L’s father. And most of them lost control of their wolves after taking those drugs. They got mad with red eyes, drooling, and became extremely aggressive, like they had rabies. Once the doctor confirmed that those symptoms were irreversible, they killed those wolves.” Elena held her mother’s hands. “Are you and Dad alright?” she asked so worriedly.

"I tried being nice. I gave you assholes a decent amount of time to come clean. Time to do things Adam's way." I walked into the stables to ensure the horses were locked securely in their stalls. Some were throwing fits, but I couldn't risk them getting hurt. I returned to the men, put on a pair of gloves, and grabbed a cooler full of raw meat. I put the meat on all the men, who cringed in disgust. I walked to a trailer I had parked next to the pen and opened the side door to reveal several wolves in a large cage. Some were growling, some were barking, and some were banging against the cage, trying to break free. "All these wolves are rabid," I said with a smirk. "Also, they haven't eaten in

"Get back in your cells! Now!" Nobody moved. Forty enhanced wolves stared at six guards, and the math was simple. "I said get back!" The lead guard's voice cracked with fear. One of the wolves lunged. Not me, but a massive male who'd lost his entire pack to Project Apex. He crossed twenty feet in a heartbeat, slamming into the guards before they could fire. Others followed, years of captivity and torture exploding into pure rage. I didn't join them. I ran in the opposite direction, toward the center of the facility. Toward where I could feel Maya's presence pulling at the severed bond like a beacon.