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Framed for a crime he didn’t commit, Jasper is thrown into Blackridge Penitentiary—a prison ruled by the strong. Betrayed, beaten, and left for dead, he has one goal: survive, grow stronger, and take revenge.

Under the brutal guidance of Mark Clarin, Jasper transforms. But when he strikes first against Pante nox, the prison’s most feared kingpin, war erupts.

Now, Jasper isn’t just fighting for survival. He’s taking over.

Forged in Chains

Jasper had learned to trust his instincts, and right now, they screamed one thing—danger was near.

Days had passed since his fight with Ragor, and the tension in Blackridge was thicker than ever. Under Mark's brutal training, his body was getting stronger, his reactions sharper, but there was one thing Mark couldn't teach him—how to predict when the knife was coming.

And the knife was coming.

Jasper sat in the mess hall, the usual chaos surrounding him—trays slamming, inmates laughing too loud, guards pretending they weren't outnumbered. He could feel the weight of eyes on him, but he didn't look up. He kept eating, kept his breathing steady.

Across the room, Ragor sat with his crew, drumming his fingers against the table in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The scar Jasper had left on his face was still fresh, an ugly reminder of unfinished business. The way Ragor grinned at him across the hall told Jasper exactly what he needed to know.

Jasper wasn't stupid. He wasn't going to let himself get caught off guard. But he also knew there were worse things in Blackridge than Ragor.

The man had been watching him since the fight. And today, Pante decided to make his move.

He slid into the seat across from Jasper, dropping his tray with a deliberate clack. The conversation around them dulled, as if the other inmates knew something important was happening.

Pante picked up an apple, biting into it like they weren't in a hellhole. His tattooed fingers tapped the table. "You've made yourself quite the spectacle, new blood."

Jasper kept eating. "Didn't have a choice."

Pante smirked. "There's always a choice." He wiped his mouth, leaning in slightly. "You're a fast learner. But Ragor? He doesn't just fight his problems. He erases them."

Jasper met his gaze. "That supposed to scare me?"

Pante chuckled. "No. But it should make you think." He gestured around the mess hall. "Everything here runs on power. Who has it. Who wants it. Who's willing to kill for it." He tapped his temple. "Strength's good. But brains? That's what keeps men alive."

Jasper leaned back. "Let me guess—you're offering me an easy way out."

Pante's smirk deepened. "Nothing in Blackridge is easy. But I'll give you this for free: Ragor's coming. And when he does, you'll wish you had more than just Clarin's fists."

Pante stood, adjusting his jumpsuit. "Think on it, Cruz."

Jasper didn't watch him leave. Instead, he finally looked at Ragor.

The scarred man was still smiling.

And Jasper knew—the attack was coming.

He just didn't know when.

The Wolves Close In