Rise Of The Moonwalker Pack

Chapter 12.2- The Executioner

Jace/Ehron pov

The basement door swings open, smashing into the wall. "ZANE," Not bothering to be careful, I race down the stairs, then take in my surroundings.

I expected him to jump out, and charge at me with a weapon or something, but all I'm met with is silence and an empty basement.

That lying little bitch!

It takes me a minute to notice that one of the doors, on the far end of the massive room I was in, had several locks on it. They either wanted to keep someone or something out, or it was done to keep whatever was behind that door in.

"You got the keys to these locks?" I bellow out. I can still hear her up there bawling and trying to tell Azariah something, so instead of going up and asking again, I search for something else.

Would it be too much to ask that they kept a sledgehammer down here?

With nothing to be found that I could use, I go over to the door and try pulling on the locks. Even with my inhuman strength, they didn't budge an inch. I'm seconds away from trying to kick this door down as well.

The frame of the door catches my eye, and I chuckle at the stupidity of whoever installed these locks. The frame was wooden, so I extended my claws once again and ran them into the crease between the wall and the frame.

Once I get them wedged in far enough, I curl my nails into the wood, then pull it towards myself. The entire panel comes off, while the metal loop that the locks were placed through, is still hung onto it. Turning the door handle, I swing it open, taking the frame with me, and step into what appears to be another hallway.
This hallway, however, is lined with what I assume are jail cells.

Four of them to be exact. Who the fuck builds jail cells in their basement?

I hear a snort coming from the cell furthest down, "Come all this way just to see little old me?" Zane's voice calls out.

Bingo! Here's the fucker I've been looking for. When I approach the cell, I see him laying on a bed, with his arms raised and resting behind his head. He looked relaxed, with not a care in the world. He obviously doesn't realize he's about to draw his last breath.

"Let's see what we can do about getting you out of this place, shall we." I reach out to the bars, only to be met with excruciating pain in the palm of my hand.

I let out a hissing sound, and jerk my hand back fast, scowling at the now laughing piece of shit who was watching me with great interest. It would appear they thought of everything. This filthy cockroach was snug as a bug in there.

He's massively underestimated my determination.

I move back to the wall, bring up the image of the dog collar with my mate's name on it, then lunge forward and kick one of the horizontal bars with everything I got. The entire frame doesn't go flying inwards like I wanted, but I did feel a small amount of give when my foot connected with it.

So I step back and do it again. The sound of groaning metal rings out through the basement, and the tiniest amount of concrete dust sprinkles down from the ceiling.

Fuck yes! This is shaping up to be a great idea. On my third attempt, Zane jumps up from the bed, looking completely shocked.

"You stupid asshole, knock it the fuck off before you bring the whole ceiling down, killing us both," He screams at me.