My triplet alphas version two

Wherever you are

Three days later

It’s been three days since I woke up in this cage. Time drags so slowly here. The cold walls, the dark, the silence — they all press down on me.

I still have no clue where I am or who took me. And worse, I don’t know where Ellie and Maxwell are. I call for them sometimes, but no answer comes back. The fear of being separated from them is a heavy weight on my chest.

On the first day here, they gave me some food — cold, tasteless slop pushed through the bars. I ate, but my mind was elsewhere. I keep hoping Ellie’s okay. I’m human, so the silver bars around us don’t hurt me, but I watch the others carefully. They’re not like me.

The cages are all lined with silver, and the others — the werewolves — touch the bars and wince in pain. Their skin burns, their eyes go wide with shock. I don’t understand it all yet, but I can tell silver is poison to them.

Some of the girls made too much noise one day, and the guards came storming through, slamming the silver rods against the cages. One girl screamed for what felt like forever. I was frozen, terrified it would be me next.

I try to stay quiet, keep my head down, but my heart races for Ellie and Maxwell. They have to be somewhere close.

I managed to find a scrap of paper and a small piece of charcoal or something I can write with. I’m writing all this down because I don’t want to forget. It’s the only way to keep my mind from slipping away.

I’m scared. But I have to believe we’ll get out of here. For Ellie, for Maxwell, for me.

Journal entry #3

Day Five

The hunger is starting to get to me. The guards come less often now with the food, and when they do, it’s barely enough to keep me alive.

The other prisoners are restless. I heard whispers through the walls — stories of who we all are, what this place is. It’s some kind of prison for werewolves, they say. But I’m human. Why am I here?

I can’t stop thinking about Ellie and Maxwell. I need to find them. The silence between the cages is sometimes broken by sobs or angry growls, and I know I’m not alone, even if I can’t see anyone clearly.

I can’t let despair win. I have to stay strong for my family. I close my eyes at night and picture Ellie’s curls and Maxwell’s smile.

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Journal Entry #4

Day Seven

Today I overheard something new — the walls and floors are lined with silver. It’s why the werewolves are so weak here. The silver burns their skin and saps their strength.

I’m not hurt by the silver, but seeing others in pain breaks my heart. Some of them try to hide it, but I can smell the fear and pain on them.

The guards are getting harsher. I saw one wolf thrown against the cage for making a sound.

I’m so tired. My hands hurt from writing these words, but I have to keep going. I have to hold on to hope.

Ellie, Maxwell — wherever you are — I’m coming for you.