Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Tia~

The three of us dress and head out of the room. We are met with curious glances as we make our way downstairs. I’m sure that glances are due to the fact that we are sporting marks on our necks. I know I’m still looked at warily by most of the pack, but the twins are loved.

We make our way out of the building and out to the cells. I’ve never been out here myself, and I’m not really looking forward to what I will encounter. There is a cellar door behind what looks like a barn. It isn’t since we don’t do farm activities here, but that’s what it looks like. The steep steps lead from the cellar door to the area below. We have guards, but you can’t see them. Rather than have them posted at the cellar door, alerting people that there is something there, they are in the woods across the way. They can see any movement around the barn-like structure this way.

We quickly head down the stairs, Landon in front and Lincoln behind me. It’s pretty dark and dank smelling. The outer room is nothing but dirt and roots, making it seem as if there is nothing there worth noticing. We head down a long hallway before reaching huge steel doors. Landon puts in a code along with his fingerprints, causing a clicking sound and the door to open. Only a few members have their fingerprints in the system. If anything were to happen, it would be easy to trace the cause.

Once we step through the doorway, the stench is potent. It smells of old blood, burnt skin, urine, and feces. I almost gag once the smell hits me. Lincoln hands me a small jar and tells me to put it under my nose. The best I can describe it would be that Vicks stuff that humans tend to use. It’s a strong smell that is intended to keep out all of these other odors. There are many empty cells; we tend not to keep too many prisoners. Some will get their sentence quickly, and we move on. Some have to stay much longer, but it isn’t the norm.

The inner room is stainless steel from top to bottom. The bars of the cells are filled with silver, with the outer shell being stainless steel. We like to make sure that prisoners can’t mindlink or shift. There are cells on both sides of the wall and a few rooms in the back. Two interrogation rooms are on the left, and two rooms used for torture are on the right. Thankfully, I’ve never had to be involved in any torture.

We head down the hall until we get to the last few cells. To the left, in the second to last cell, there is a huddled mass in the corner. The lights are dim, so you have to really focus on making out the person in the cell. Neal looks up as we near his cell. He looks so broken and scared. It’s crazy to me that he woke up this morning like it was any other day, and now he’s sitting in our cells.

Neal, luckily, looks the same as he did when we were at the store. He hasn’t been tortured or beaten up, and I’m glad about that. Neal hangs his head, not able to meet any of our eyes. “Get the f**k over here.” I hit Landon in his chest. I get he is still upset, but there is no reason to be flat-out hostile. Neal didn’t do anything, and, at this point, he can do noth ing.

“Let’s talk, Neal.”

about what, Tia?” I

why you did what you did. I

all.” I reach out to touch the bars, but Lincoln pulls my arm back. I almost forgot there is silver in there. I won’t die or anything, but it would be a bit uncomfortable. I sit down

up. We briefly meet

Tia. I thought there was something between us, and I was wrong. Truth be told, I would be a lucky wolf if you felt anything for me.” Growls erupt around me, and I know

“Who told you that?”

sister, Adela. She told me that you told her that you were interested in me, and you weren’t sure about the ceremony or accepting the bond with the twins.” Another growl goes through the room; this time, everything shakes under its weight.

a huddled mass in the corner. The lights are dim, so you have to really focus on making out the person in the cell. Neal looks up as we near his cell. He looks so broken and scared. It’s crazy to me that he woke up this morning like it was

She lied to you, Neal. I….you are a friend to me. I enjoyed talking to you, but that’s

“What made you think it was a

wasn’t thinking. I….I…..” Neal says nothing else, but the pain