Novel & Cerita Wolves Behind Bars

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

He left over an hour ago, but I still asked, “What did Tomilson need?” Vanda sighed. “A woman from Alpha Walter's came to the border.” “Oh?” I went closer to him. “Why?” He pulled me onto his lap, turning me sideways to hold my back and my legs. “We caught two wolves after the last attack and kept them in a cell to get any information. Usually, they don’t know much, so we let them go.” “You let them go?” I asked, surprised. “There’s no honor in killing someone unshifted and behind bars. It’s shameful.”

"But why do you want to see them?" "I honestly don't know" I murmured, "just that something tells me I need to check on them." He nodded and gestured for me to follow him. The stones under our feet turned to paved floor, and the fluorescent lights felt a bit too bright as we made our way further and further into the depths of the jail. Rows and rows of cells carved out in the bricks we passed, mostly empty, save for the few prisoners we had taken from the Red River pack. Nick was leading me to the holding cells reserved for Alpha wolves, these cells were made so strong that even the strongest wolf could not break them. Finally, we arrived at the very last cell, the one where Zach and Mike we

Inside the police station, the deputies remained at their desks filling out files and documents. Chief Miller was waiting in his office, in the back of the station near the jail cells. The jail cells only consisted of a few wolves that were caught stealing from locals. Most of the bigger crimes from wolves would be sent to Silverside where they kept the prison. Anyone in custody had to be cufflinked which prevented them from changing into their wolf forms. Only the chiefs had access to disarming the cufflinks. Chief Miller sat at his desk, looking uneasy, as Jonathan entered. “What’s going on?” Jonathan asked as he sat at one of the chairs placed in front of the desk.

We wear masks to avoid smelling bad. One by one, the warriors threw the enemy wolves into the hole, their number numbering in the dozens. They died in the form of wolves. For the wolves that are still alive, I give them a life sentence, and I put them in a cramped cell without light or ventilation. They will slowly die there. I still have a conscience, so I feed them. But I let the rogues guard the prison if they want to torture them. "All buried, Alpha. Fifty-seven wolves." Beta reports to me, and I nod my head.

My vision finally clears, and what I see makes my breath catch. We're in some kind of massive underground space. Maybe it used to be a basement or a bunker, but someone's turned it into something straight out of a nightmare. There's this huge cage in the center—at least twenty feet across—with chain-link fencing going all the way up to the ceiling. Stadium seats rise up around it in tiers, empty right now, but obviously meant for an audience. And along the walls, in smaller cages with the same chain-link fencing, there are wolves. Mostly female. All of them watching us with faces covered in bruises and eyes that look... empty. Like they've been beaten down so many times they don't even remem

The Warden gestures and guards drag a wolf onto the platform. The wolf's feral. I can see it immediately. His eyes are completely amber, no human consciousness left. His movements are animal, pure instinct. He's snarling, snapping at the guards, fighting the chains. "Prisoner 3847 arrived six months ago," the Warden announces. "Convicted of assault. Sentenced to one year imprisonment. But he failed to maintain his humanity. He went feral. And feral wolves cannot be rehabilitated." The feral wolf lunges at the guards. The chains hold him back. He's making sounds that aren't human or wolf. Just mindless rage.

The cells felt colder at night. Not because the air changed – but because of what they held. I stood just outside the iron bars as the last of the captured wolves were led in, chains clinking softly against stone. Most kept their heads high, jaws tight, eyes hard with defiance. Even now, even after everything, they refused to bend. Lira was different.

“Get the wolfsbane. I bet that will do it.” Jack nods and walks back to the front of the cells to find our stash. I look at the three wolves, unamused as they snap towards me and lunge against the bars. The one that was stupid enough to do that let out a whimper as his body came in contact with the silver bars. Jack walks in and shoots all the wolves with wolfsbane and after a few minutes, their bodies were forced to shift. All three of them were men and had long unruly hair, and they groaned in pain from the wolfsbane in their system. One has the audacity to glare at me and snap, “Why don’t you just kill us and get it over with?”

His wolf is stunning with a shiny black coat. I see two wolves stalking him from behind. He cannot see them as he is already fighting two wolves in front of him. I yell uselessly at the monitor for Jackson to watch out. Just as the wolves are about to attack him from behind one of our warrior’s leaps between Jackson and the wolves quickly blocking their path.