Wolves Behind Bars Novels & Stories

Barrett tugs at her, but I grab her wrist, holding her in place. “You can’t take her back, Barrett.” I raise my head. “And you’ll stop me?” Barrett’s protests, staring me down dismissively. “If I have to.” I fire back confidently. Suddenly, a grey wolf emerges behind Barrett, then two more from behind me. I eye the wolves behind me and return my gaze to Barrett. “This is your challenge?” I muse, a smug grin on my lips. I hear rustlings behind me and turn to see three wolves join the first two, then I face Barrett again to see two wolves beside the grey wolf. All their fangs are bare in wild snarls, and Barrett's proud smile mirrors his assurance of victory.

Not to make it fancy or anything like that, but to spruce it up, make it more inhabitable. Yes, we are rogues and we might come across some really violent, and evil wolves, once predisposed to causing chaos and destruction, ones cast out of their packs because they are problematic. The cells are where they are kept. Anyone we have deemed to keep in the cell, never cim3s out of it alive. Unfortunate but true. I have never looked forward to killing any of those wolves but this one,I wouldn't mind one bit. In fact, I dare say I would enjoy it.

The wolves' gaze lit up when they saw food. I tried my best to stop the wolves, but we barely got to know each other. They wouldn't listen to me. I watched in horror as the wolves tore Bubbles apart from limb to limb. When Rosa arrived, she saw Bubbles being eaten alive, leaving only a few tufts of fur on the ground. "Bubbles!" She wailed and fell to the ground, grabbing onto the last few tufts of fur. She sobbed and wailed loudly for a long time before looking up at me with resentment in her eyes. "It's all your fault! You killed Bubbles!"

Everything to explain later. He looks at the pinned wolf. "Get him up," he says to the detainee. Two wolves take over from me. Pull the extraction wolf upright. He doesn't fight it. He's already calculating. The specific recalibration of someone who has been caught and is moving to the next phase of whatever contingency he was given. He won't talk tonight. Trained wolves don't talk the same night they're caught. "Secure him," Kael says. "Lower cells, full watch."

We pushed forward, room by room, the facility opening up into a labyrinth of cells and chambers, the hum of generators growing louder. As we cleared a corridor, side doors hissed open, revealing rows of cells behind reinforced glass and bars. My heart stopped. Dozens of wolves chained inside, emaciated and broken, fur matted with blood and filth, eyes dull and lifeless. They didn't even lift their heads as we approached, no spark of hope, no fight left. Some bore old scars from experiments, limbs twisted unnaturally, others injected with the same black serum that turned eyes pitch black. They were prisoners, test subjects, wolves long missing or thought dead.

"Bring it now. Please hide it. We keep calm tonight." Mara turned and walked toward Amanda's desk, gently opening the drawer. She reached inside and pulled out a small vial sealed with wax and black ribbon. She held it behind her back as she returned to Amanda. Amanda took it and looked at the vial with a steady hand. She traced the edge with her thumb, her expression calm. "If Baker or Lyra ask why I have it," Amanda said quietly, "tell them I keep it for wolves that break pack law. It's standard."

"I mean we are in the middle of a heated make out session.. At least that's what I thought... And I'm getting pretty horny here.. But you on the other side ask me about wolves? Is that what you're thinking about while kissing me?" Fuck me! "no... Anzania.. We were kissing and I was so much into it... then you said you have to go to work and then my mind started speeding to the last week and how calm everything has been. It's like the wolves heard us or something and now they aren't attaching." I said trying to cover up the fact that I was still not at ease. This was worrying me. I mean if these wolves were my kind, then they could watch news too as people and turn to wolves at anytime. Which

The noise echoed through the room. Charlotte didn't look back, and instead kept walking, her steps heavy with frustration. The door continued to shake from the impact, adding to the noise and making her exit even more dramatic. Trent stood tiredly in front of the bathroom mirror, his hand resting on the countertop as he splashed water onto his face. The tiny traces of blood that clung to his fingers were washed away as he rubbed his hands together under the running water. As he looked up at his reflection in the mirror, he could see the bags under his eyes and the exhaustion etched onto his face. He rubbed his forehead, feeling the throbbing pain of his hangover.

"Come back to me. Please...I need you." His eyes darkened as he let loose another growl, pulling me towards him more, a look of confusion and pain on his face. I could tell his wolf was screaming at him to stop, I could see how lost he was from whatever Tally had done to him. Knowing I didn't have long, I pulled him towards me and slammed my lips to his, kissing him deeply. I let all of my emotions out through the kiss, hoping he could use them to come back. For a moment he just froze, seeming torn between returning the kiss or pulling away and moving to try and kill me once more.