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Shackles

“It’ll be okay,” Jake whispered. “I promise it’ll be okay.”

Lucas looked up from where he was curled up on the dank floor in the corner of his cell. He shifted awkwardly; the manacles he was wearing did not allow him much movement. He heard Jake’s sigh when he didn’t reply.

“Lucas,” Jake hissed. “Look at me. It’ll be okay. I’ll get you out of here.”

Lucas wondered why Jake was still so loyal to him. He had lied, after all; had given excuse after excuse for his monthly absence. It had all been for nothing. He had been caught, and the truth had come out.

He hadn’t expected Jake to visit. Jake was too good a person to bother himself with a monster.

“Lucas!” Jake’s quiet voice sounded urgent. He smelled nervous, but Lucas didn’t think that it was directed towards him. It should have been. Jake should fear him just like everyone else did.

“Lucas please!”

Lucas looked up. Jake was standing with his fingers wrapped around the bars of the cell. Lucas saw his eyes widen when their gazes met and he realised that his eyes must be yellow as the wolf was forced to the surface of his mind by the silver in the shackles he wore.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said. His voice sounded more like an animalistic snarl than a human voice. Jake shuddered.

“You shouldn’t be here either,” Jake said.

Lucas couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m an animal,” he snapped. “I belong in a cage.”

Jake shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “No you don’t.”

Lucas had to get Jake away from him before he tried to do something stupid like getting Lucas free. He knew Jake would act first and then regret the consequences of his actions later. And there were consequences for freeing a werewolf from gaol. Being hunted down, tortured and killed by the authorities was the least among them. What if Lucas lost control?

He shifted again, testing the weights of the shackles. They burned his skin and felt incredibly heavy, but he had strength enough for this. At least afterwards he wouldn’t need strength at all: he was to be put down at sunrise.

He lunged towards the bars of the cell, snarling and bearing his teeth. He was jerked backwards by the chains and fell to the floor, exhausted. Jake had pulled away from the bars, and was staring at him from the other side of the corridor. He looked pale, and Lucas inwardly smiled. His exhaustion was worth it if it meant Jake wouldn’t mourn him too much tomorrow.