They reached the prison without further incident. Luke and Ben were waiting for him, having been alerted through the mindlink of his impending arrival. They met the group at the front desk before leading the way to the maximum-security cells. Wisely, they asked no questions concerning the editions to the group.
“Has she said anything?” Jason asked as they walked down the corridor of thick, silver-lined doors.
Unlike the minimum-security wing, here cells were meant to isolate their prisoners. They were soundproof and lined with silver to prevent the occupants from mindlinking or speaking with one another. The silver also suppressed their wolves and made them weaker. The she-wolf had been thrown into such a cell and kept there.
“No. Not a word,” Luke answered. “I don’t recognize her, but
