The hallway beyond was long and gray, lined with doors. Through small windows in each door, I could see other prisoners. Wolves, vampires, witches, all wearing the same collars, all with the same hollow expressions. How many people were trapped down here?
They threw me into a larger cell, maybe twenty by twenty feet. Three other men were already inside, all wearing collars. The door slammed shut behind me with a metallic clang.
"Fresh meat," one of them said, a lean man with scars covering his arms. "I'm Dante. Eclipse pack. Former Alpha. Been here eight years."
"Rook," said a younger guy, maybe twenty years old, with haunted eyes. "Shadow Creek pack. I don't remember how long I've been here. Maybe five years? Maybe ten?"
The third man didn't introduce himself, just watched me with pre
