Wolves Behind Bars Novels & Stories

It was a warning to other wolves that you were not part of the pack. Wolves exiled due to a crime usually ended up on the Blacklist. It was a registry where all packs in the country could check if a Rogue trespassing on their territory was dangerous or not. Blacklisted Rogues usually ended up killed if they ever set foot in wolf territory ever again. The chances of ever joining another pack were close to zero. The last alternative for a very serious crime was execution. It was really rare though so I would probably not be executed for this. At least, I hoped so.

Two huge Alpha wolves, a large beta wolf and hundreds of dangerous rogues and counting surrounded the room but one of the Alpha wolves had a pale, blonde lady strapped tightly on its huge, furry back that seemed like a cradle bed. It's eyes were eager to take the woman on his back away from the building filled with howls and growls of the rogue wolves.

She had earned the right to watch. Behind her, the keep was quiet. The fighting was over. The surviving Shadowfang wolves had been rounded up, chained, and corralled in the outer courtyard. Kaelen's wolves stood guard, their eyes cold, their patience thin. There would be judgment later. There would be punishment. But for now, there was only this: the fire, the smoke, and the silence. Elara's hands gripped the stone ledge. Her wrists were bandaged where the silver cuffs had burned her. Her ribs ached. Her throat was raw from the few words she had managed to force out. Every part of her hurt.

“You’re going to be held at the prison for now, I’ll deal with you later after thinking about your punishment.” I signaled the guards to take him out of my house. As they dragged him out of the room, he cried at the top of his voice and begged me to have mercy on him. But I couldn’t do that. He committed a serious crime and I needed the other pack members to know that there were consequences to certain actions. Because if there weren’t, if I let this slide, what message would I be sending to the rest of the pack? That loyalty was negotiable? That it was okay to betray the pack?

Sure, I was trying to protect her—I couldn’t have known that the beast’s interest in her wasn’t going to get her hurt, but it’d be next to impossible to explain that. I didn’t want to explain it. She either wouldn’t believe me, or she’d be terrified. The last thing I wanted was for anyone in the village to know the truth about me. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I’d either have an angry mob or the government showing up at my door, and then Alex would lose the last remaining family she had. A fox skittered by, unbothered by my presence. Ever since I became a werewolf the animals in the forest have treated me like one of them. In some ways, it was peaceful.

Selene’s breath hitched. “Twelve wolves, taken from their packs, altered against nature itself. The ones who conducted the experiment sought to make wolves beyond death, beyond time. They wanted something powerful—something untouchable. They were changed in ways no one fully understood. Their aging slowed. Their wolves did not function like others. They did not pass on their traits to children because they never had children.” She turned the page again, her fingers tightening on the edges. “The twelve were supposed to be the beginning of something greater,” she whispered. “But instead, they were the only ones.”

And Eden can’t help but wonder what they were talking about, and swore she’d ask Remus about it on Monday. Leonila sat in a room covered with glass stronger than any metal she’d seen. She clawed and striked, but not even her sharpest shrill could leave even a small crack on it. She is still alive but is left at the mercy of the Wolves. After she figured that nothing she did would break the glass, she quieted down. She decided that whatever they say or do to her, she will remain unmoving– and in her stillness, she looked every bit an ancient relic, a carving of stone or marble. Her pale skin almost blending in the white colored prison her captors kept her in. The only thing that remained stri

Our wolves, on the other hand, were sent into a quiet slumber. Rows of empty cages lined the stone walls, some stained with blood. Each one had a set of shackles bolted to the ceiling, reinforced several times over. A shrill whistle sounded from beyond a wooden door, growing closer until it swung open, revealing a face I knew well. “Good morning, prisoners.” Bargainer’s Bay’s most successful trader sang joyously. Kendon sauntered down the steps, the golden buttons of his coat catching the mediocre light. The heels of his expensive leather shoes clicked against the floor. Just one of many flagrant displays of his wealth.

He cradled something black and wooly in his arms. At first I thought it was a dog. But I remembered werewolves are not permitted to have them, for fear of what they might do under the full moon. There were no pets at all on the island, unless you counted the huge snarling mastiffs with spiked collars that the Enforcement Officers kept in kennels, for use when the werewolves rampaged during Taleeneff. These were my thoughts as Dane Wiltshire crossed the sand toward me. “Good evening,” he said again.

ID numbers tattooed on their necks like inventory tags. A young male threw himself at the bars as we passed, snarling. Sedated wolves lay unconscious in other cells, IV lines running into their arms. One female rocked back and forth, eyes vacant, broken. This was a factory. A wolf factory, I couldn't believe my eyes. They pulled Tehila in one direction, and me in another. She started fighting immediately, throwing her weight backward even with her hands bound. "Wait!" she screamed. "Where are you taking him?"