Jailhouse Blues

[Hyacinth]

The light on the other side of the tunnel is not particularly bright, but it is such a stark contrast to the flashlight-illuminated dimness of the tunnels that our eyes need a moment to adjust.

Our noses, however, do not.

The scent of sweat, urine, blood, and death overwhelms us as we enter the jailhouse. It is evident from the smell alone that nobody has checked on these prisoners in quite some time.

This means nobody will likely miss them either. If we are quick and careful, we may even succeed at breaking him out without anyone being the wiser.

"It seems strange that they left Drew so unguarded," I muse. "You'd think they would keep a better eye on such a strong alpha."

The packhouse jail is small, consisting of two simple hallways with 4 cells each. In the first hallway, the smell becomes obvious. I shield Bash's eyes so he doesn't see what is left of the humans turned into wolves for the sake of the witches' plans. Those same poor men who were sent to kill me