“It’ll be alright now.” He soothed him with the voice he used on Kyle and the other pups when they got scared or needed help with a shift.

He inched inside the cell, moving slowly so he didn’t startle the wounded vampire again. “Gonna get you out of here,” Caleb said, tempering his anger with an awareness of the situation he was in. Growing a new limb? These people were madder than he originally thought. Were-creatures and vampires had accelerated healing, a trait of their particular races. “They wanted to know if it would grow back.” Letting out a humorless laugh, the vampire looked at him. As the vampire used all his remaining strength to push himself into a seated position with only one arm, the source was made obvious. Then he smelled blood and infected flesh. His body sagged, the rest of his energy going with it.Ĭaleb scented the air-filth, sweat, excrement all of which was expected. The vampire blinked a few times before his hackles lowered. Caleb shied back to the threshold of the cell, dropping into a crouch. He was met with a hiss and flash of fangs. The prisoner was curled on his side, groaning as he attempted to right himself. He continued to move as quickly as possible until he reached solitary confinement at the back of the block. A dwarf asked for some assistance getting an injured elf to her feet, a pair of fellow prisoners stopping to lend aid in getting her out. A naiad, shivering and pale, was carried by a collared were-creature.

Caleb ushered the prisoners from their holding cells, encouraging them to escape.

A Vampire's Redemption by Casey Wolfe