What the hell just happened? I glanced at Mac and saw him pull out a needle. “Get him in his assigned bunk before he wakes up.”
Both men nodded and dragged the man in the middle out by his handcuffs. A trail of blood was left from where the cuffs dug and cut into his hands.
My stomach rolled, and a salty taste filled my mouth. I hadn’t expected them to treat the half-breeds that badly, but I’m not sure why. They were a menace to our society, so they didn’t deserve respect… but somehow, it didn’t feel right to me.
“That was probably the best way to explain what we do.” Mac grinned, delight evident in his brown eyes. “We are the ones who hunt the hybrids down and keep our society safe. We are the judges and executioners. And now me and you are going on a job together.”
My heart began thumping, and I licked my lips. “But I rode with my Dad.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve already talked to the Warden. I’ll drop you off at the house.” He grinned, the predator in him showing. “Right now, we have a hybrid to track.”
Something in my heart screamed now, but this was my future. The longer I waited the harder my heart would get in the way. Today was the first day of my new life… of my new me.
The End
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About Kiss and Lock Up
Meet Helle’s harem in this alternate POV of their first meeting, a companion to the forthcoming supernatural prison RH, A Shift In The Verdict.
Charged with murder and revealed as the Fenrir, the secret daughter of Loki, Helle’s life as a normal human is changed forever. Cuffed with magic, Helle is thrown head first into a world where Norse myths are real and the very worst of them inhabit Asgard Penitentiary. But she won’t be going to the prison alone. Three vargar—Norse wolves—have been assigned as her guards. Whether they’re guarding the other inmates from her, or her from them remains to be seen…
Bjorn
“Stop it,” Bjorn snapped at Magnus as the youngest of the three vargar assigned to guard the girl paced from one end of the processing room to another, his shoes irritatingly loud on the austere concrete. There was a single window in the room: three feet by three feet, barred, and warded by rune spells for good measure. It was specifically designed to contain magical prisoners while they awaited transportation from courtroom to prison, and entirely bare. And it was grating on all three of them, the ward spells pressing down on their inner vargar. “Pacing isn’t going to expedite the trial,” Bjorn added, resisting the urge to grind his teeth. “It takes as long as it takes.”
As frustrated as he was himself, Bjorn wouldn’t resort to pacing. Instead, he stood in the middle of the room, his big arms crossed over his chest and his attention alternating between his sulky pack members and the door the prisoner would enter through.
Magnus spun, a snarl curling his usually charming face, but Bjorn ignored him. This assignment had unsettled all three of them—Bjorn, their alpha, Magnus, the youngest, and even Valr, who leant silently against the wall in a foul temper. Unlike the other two, he had no interest in being the girl’s guard. Or rather the newly awakened Fenrir’s guard, because no matter how innocent and harmless she might appear, the girl was the daughter of Loki, a vargr like them—a wolf like them—and she had the power to bring about the apocalypse.
But even if Valr would rather be elsewhere, when the Allfather gave a command, you didn’t ignore it. Especially not when it bought them access to Asgard Penitentiary, the place where Erik—Bjorn’s brother, Magnus’s lover, and Valr’s best friend—went missing a year ago.
Their bond as a pack was tentative, and they were only working together until they found out what had happened to Erik, but Bjorn would do anything for these men. Even if they tested his temper and composure most days, they were his packmates.
The door clanged open, and Bjorn snapped his gaze up, his eyes flaring in surprise at the woman escorted in, her hands bound in what appeared to be a scarlet ribbon but was in fact a containment spell formed of mountain air and water from the deepest Asgardian sea, ancient tree roots and and lightning harvested from Thor’s most brutal storm. Its harmless appearance was an illusion; she could throw every bit of magic she possessed at those bindings and the ribbon wouldn’t even fray. It was so legendary it even bore a name: Gleipnir.
“I didn’t do it,” she said breathlessly to the guard who hauled her into the room. “He didn’t even die; he winked at me and vanished.”
Bjorn watched her closely, her pale face flushed and tear stained, her icy eyes at once terrified and defiant. She was small and curvy, her shape accentuated by the too-small T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms she’d been given, and the azure light of a spell wrapped around
