The air inside the prison was thick with the stench of sweat, fear, and blood. The cold metal walls hummed faintly with the low vibrations of security systems, and the fluorescent lights overhead flickered every few seconds. It was designed to break its prisoners -to strip them of their strength, their dignity, and their will to fight!
But tonight, that was about to change.
I moved like a shadow through the halls, my senses heightened. My mates flanked me, their movements just as silent, their eyes scanning for any signs of trouble. Behind us, our team–elite warriors from different packs–moved in formation, each step calculated, each breath measured.
This wasn’t just a rescue mission.
It was a message.
And I was going to make sure they understood exactly who they were dealing with.
Rowena had given us the blueprints of the facility. The werewolves were being held in heavily secured cells, each one reinforced with silver and wolfsbane–infused walls.
We had two objectives:
Free the captives.
Simple.
But nothing ever truly went as planned.
We reached the main cell block, and I pressed my back against the cold wall, listening.
Two guards patrolled the corridor, their rifles strapped across their chests. They had no idea what was coming.
I nodded once.
“Isaiah,” I murmured.
He nodded and pressed himself against the shadows, vanishing into the darkness. Moments later, a strangled gasp echoed down the hall, followed by a dull thud. One of the guards slumped to the ground, unconscious.
He then dragged the second guard into the shadows before he could even react.
I stepped over their bodies, approaching the reinforced doors. From inside the cells, faint whispers and heartbeats filled the silence.
“We need to hurry. The security team is about to do their hourly patrol. We have less than ten minutes.” Alex said.
“Understood,” I muttered,
Austin approached the security panel, placing his palm flat against the cool metal. Frost spread across the surface, the locks freezing before–snap–the system short–circuited.
The doors unlocked with a hiss.
Chapter 215
Inside the cells, the werewolves hesitated, their gazes flickering between me and the open door. Some were battered, their bodies weak from prolonged silver exposure. Others staggered forward, weak from malnourishment, while others, stronger, immediately rushed to help their fallen packmates.
Others stood tall, their instincts sharpening as they realized what was happening.
I stepped forward.
“Don’t worry,” I said, my voice steady. “We’re getting you out of her.” I quickly thought of the banker using the lunar veil and the wall ahead of us began to change. The other wolves part of our team guided them through the portal while tge rest of us continued to look for others.
We turned another corner. And found another cell Austin opened it like he did the other The locks disengaged with a loud click, and one by one, the doors swung open.
The werewolves inside hesitated for only a second before realization dawned on them.
They stared at me in disbelief.
“The Silver Wolf,” one of them whispered.
I offered a grim smile. “We’re getting you out of here.”
As we guided the prisoners through the corridors, I caught movement in the corner of my eye. A figure stood at the end of the hall -a human, dressed in a white lab coat, watching us with an unreadable expression.
I tensed, ready to strike, but he raised his hands in surrender.
“I’m not your enemy,” he said quickly, his voice steady but cautious. “My name is Dr. Alexander.”
Elijah growled lowly beside me. “And why should we believe that?”
The doctor’s gaze flickered toward the rescued wolves. “Because I helped keep some of them alive.”
That made me pause.
“Yes it’s true.” A young she wolf said.
I studied him carefully. He was older, perhaps in his late forties, with tired eyes and a sharp mind. He didn’t smell of fear. He wasn’t afraid of us.
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