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CHAPTER SEVEN

The she-wolves in the purity cell were in somewhat better shape physically than the others. Not surprisingly though, their mental condition wasn’t much if any better. Over the next couple of days, I managed to talk to a couple of them privately – that first night, Dion and Truman helped us find a room off to the side of the building that wasn’t bugged. Gregory did some subtle checking and was able to find out that the room was used by Kane and Bethany to “interview” the she-wolves. Another guard told us that they took the she-wolves there when they thought she might have information about the packs that they wanted. He laughed when he told us that she always came out sporting a black eye, b****y nose,CHAPTER TWO etc.

“Alpha knows how to tame those b**ches without sticking his d**k in them,” he’d said with a wink.

I may or may not have “accidentally” tripped, fell into him, and knocked him on his a** at dinner the next night, making him spill his full food tray. (Yes, I did clean up the mess.)

Because of that room being private, and Gregory somehow getting Kane to let us use it, I was able to let the she-wolves know pretty quickly that I was there to help them.

Since they knew that we were on their side, the she-wolves did what they could to help us out too. One thing that I had been dreading ever since Kane mentioned it was having to force feed the ones reluctant to eat. I told them this, and told them that the food was safe to eat – Gregory or I went every night to pick it up from the cafeteria and brought it back to the cells. In that instance, it was actually beneficial to us that Kane didn’t want most of the rogues there knowing what was actually going on. He wouldn’t allow anyone from the cafeteria to deliver the food to the cells, so we were able to go get the food ourselves and could make sure that it wasn’t tampered with on the way. We both agreed that since the chef made the same dinners for the she-wolves that he made for everyone else, we weren’t too worried about him tampering with them. Besides, he thought that he was making food for she-wolves that had been abused, neglected, and/or abandoned and were too timid to face anyone just yet. He didn’t realize that he was making food for she-wolves that had been kidn*pped and ripped away from their homes and families because an evil b**tard just saw them as dollar signs.