Wolves Behind Bars Novels & Stories

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?"

He could see the understanding on Paul's face. Paul moved into the open cell. The cell they had waiting for him. The two black wolves were biting and fighting for their lives and not paying attention to where they were moving. Once they were all in the cell, he went totally limp. The two wolves held on for a good minute, but the rogue didn't move. Was he dead? They both let go and backed away. They were gasping for breath, try to regain their strength after the life or death fight. They were surprised and unable to move fast enough when the gray wolf leaped into the air and ran out of the cell, slamming the door behind him. It automatically locked. The two black wolves let out blood curdling

The clearing was silent. It was a silence heavy with threat. Dozens of wolves surrounded us. They were massive. Gray, black, and russet fur bristled in the moonlight. Their eyes were locked on us. They were waiting for the command. I stood frozen behind Rian. The pressure of the wards was crushing my chest. It felt like an iron band tightening with every breath. My vision blurred. Rian’s body was a rigid shield. He vibrated with tension. His suit jacket was torn. His stance was primal.

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

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.

ALFRED POV The awful stench of decaying sweat and blood hit my nostrils as I crossed passed the gates to the cells and the sight that followed, made me regret my breakfast earlier and soon we stopped at a small cell positioned at the far end corner of the hall and there, my eyes fell on three beefy looking wolves, forced in a kneeling position with their hands chained backwards in-order to stop any compulsive movements, for we needed them alive. I entered the cell quietly and saw their rigid posture and noticed their defiance attitude and smiled sheepishly, for I had greatly missed this..

Havermouth, Present Time Along one wall of Connery’s torture dungeon, he had fitted chains to the wall. The other held three cages. They put the oldest she-wolves in the cages where they could sit, and secured the younger ones to the other wall. All the she-wolves were weeping, their eyes red and cheeks flushed and raw from being rubbed. In the cages, they huddled and comforted each other, their sobs wrenching at Meguitte’s heart.

he said proudly. He opened one of the doors, and i stepped inside. There was no window, just walls, and as i moved towards the wall, i saw the chains. They were so thick. I lifted them up, feeling the weight within them. “You have kept wolves here?” “Yes. After sedating them, even when they try to change, the wolves stay shackled to the wall. If they do break free, I have reinforced doors. Everyone will be protected at all costs.” I felt relief as i stared at the chains and the room. “This is amazing.”

"I'll leave Blackwood Territory forever. I'll never contact you again. Just get me out of here. Please, Alexander. I'm begging you." I moved toward the door, not to leave but to close it completely, ensuring privacy for what I was about to say. I lit a wolfsbane-infused cigarette, the smoke curling upward, temporarily masking the scent of blood. "Do you understand where you are, Lily?" I finally spoke, my voice devoid of emotion. "This isn't an ordinary containment facility. The wolves here are beyond rehabilitation." Her tears slowed as she sensed the direction of my words. "Your roommates," I continued, exhaling smoke, "are the most violent offenders in wolf society. And the best part? The

"But only about twenty are on duty at any given time. The others are off site or sleeping. The service tunnel is monitored but not heavily. Two cameras and a keypad lock." "What about the wolves being held there," I asked. "Are they going to be a problem." "Most of them are too weak or traumatized to fight," Jax said. "The Broker keeps them sedated and malnourished. But there are a few that he uses as guards. Wolves he's broken and trained to follow his orders." "So we could be fighting our own kind," Ryder said. "Looks like it," Jax agreed. "Fake Elena says they're dangerous. They've been conditioned to kill anyone who tries to escape or interfere with the Broker's operations."