**Potential Trigger Warning** Liam’s POV “Fuck! Did you see that flash?!”, everyone in the truck looks through the windshield toward the mountains in the distance. There was an incredibly bright flash as if a bomb exploded. Suddenly I feel a jolt of pain. It doesn’t go unnoticed. Zak steps on the accelerator, reaching 100 mph. Emma’s POV The silver is burning my skin. They throw the silver chains over a bar above us, hoisting me by my wrists until my toes are barely touching the ground. Thankfully they don’t tighten the silver around my neck, yet. Ezekiel approaches me, looking like he just won a trophy. “Well, well, well. Had no idea you were some sort of wizard… shit”. I say nothing nor do I acknowledge his presence. He must take it as a disrespect when he decides to plant a right hook into my face. The chains tighten around my wrist as I spin from the momentum and I hear Ruth moan through her gag, obviously worried for me. I make eye contact with
**Potential trigger warning** Liam’s POV I am feeling all sorts of emotions through the bond and overwhelming amounts of pain. “Fred, how much fucking further?”I grit through my teeth. I am beyond having lost my patience. “Half mile on the left, turn off in the dirt turn off”. We slam on the brakes as we reach the spot and race to the back to unload the bikes. Fred had told us the ride to the top was about 10 miles. Just as I climb on my bike, I feel a searing pain through the bond. I let out a visceral growl. I can see all of the exposed necks around me as I make for the trail. Ian’s POV I have never seen Ezekiel this enraged. After he finishes beating her poor body with the pipe, he comes back with two cinder blocks. What the fuck is he doing? I can’t take this anymore. “Ezekiel, man she’s had enough” I say as I walk up to him. He pushes me aside. “I fucking say when it’s enough. Boys, hoist her up. She wants to kick me, we’ll make sure she can’t move her legs
**Potential trigger warning** Liam’s POV Fred signals we’re very close and we can see some lights ahead. We cut the engines, not wanting to alert them. I link for some men to stay on the rigs to come with supplies once we’ve taken over and the rest of us to shift. As soon as we shift, Kalen whimpers. He knows Emma is hurt badly. Fred leads us up a trail. There’s a concrete building up ahead with cars around it. We quietly skirt around the treeline. I’m disgusted by the cages full of women. Looking back at my warriors, they all look enraged. We go just another 500 feet and I stop dead in my tracks. I SEE RED. Zak’s POV We’re sneaking up on the camp, seeing dozens of women caged around this place when Alpha stops dead. He releases a blood curdling growl. I look up to where his gaze is fixed and let out a whimper. Luna is strung up by her wrists, her head is completely limp. Her shirt missing and the word “whore” branded across her bare abdomen. Emma’
Grace’s POV Emma is unconscious, pulse in the 30s, blood pressure too low. She is clearly unstable. I get busy working, placing a central line so we can get fluids into her as quickly as possible. I hadn’t yet noticed Liam. When I glance at him, he is a shell of my son. He had pulled back to give us space to work but wanted to be close. “Liam, go ahead and hold that hand, we’re done with that arm. She needs to feel you”. Without a pause, his hand is there. His forehead to the arm. “Liam love, keep holding onto her but I’m going to transfuse your blood into her. She needs blood immediately and we can at least start with some of yours”. He doesn’t hesitate. He exposes his arm, never glancing away from Emma. It is devastating to see him like this. I continue to assess the trauma, taking note of the dislocated shoulders, fractured ribs, femurs… Jesus, did they run her over with a tank? I gently unfold the trauma blanket, discovering the brand on her abdomen read
Ruth’s POV Sitting on the helicopter, I’m trying to desperately wrap my head around what has unfolded. I’m sitting next to my supposed mate yet I feel numb. Thankfully he is giving me some space and hasn’t tried to push boundaries or even speak for that matter. I have been watching mom tend to Emma the entire ride. One of the nurse comes over and asks if I need anything and I almost want to get angry and tell her to fuck off but I take a breath and politely tell her I’m fine. Inwardly I’m dying. I literally suffered nothing other than the humiliation of being bound, gagged and stuck in a cage. Emma took the beating for both of us and it killed me. Killed me knowing that she is fighting for her life and I walked out without a scrape. I have never seen my brother empty before. Even when dad and Alice died, he had substance. This is different. She is his substance. I’m shaken from my torment when my mate speaks for the first time, “I’m sorry”. “For what?”, I am too
Grace’s POV I left the hospital around 4am to get some sleep. Emma is in good hands. I’m exhausted but desperately need to check on Ruth. I had some colleagues check on her earlier and felt so guilty for not having gotten to her sooner but I know she understood. The suites are deafeningly quiet. I knock on Ruth’s door, nothing. Entering her suite, “Ruth?”. I quietly whisper as I search for her. I find her asleep on the couch. I grab a blanket to cover her up when I hear her stir. “Hi sweetheart”. “Hi mama, how’s Emma?”, she asks, sitting up. “She’s stable now sweetie. I'm so sorry I couldn’t attend to you last night”. I grab her so tightly and pull her into me. The harder I hug her, the more I realize that my daughter was almost lost to me. She could be the one in Emma’s shoes and I start crying. Ruth rubs my back, “mom it’s okay. I’m okay. Please don’t cry, I’m okay”. I can’t help it, I’m overwhelmed that my daughter was in this situation and came that cl
Zak’s POV Leaving the hospital, it dawns on me just how strong I’m going to have to be in these next few weeks. I have never seen Alpha hand over the reins so passively. I want to be there for him and Emma. I’m lost deep in thought when I run into Ruth. “Oh god Zak, I’m so sorry!”. Reaching out to steady her, “Ruth how are you feeling? Wait, why are you here and what are you doing here? Why aren’t you resting?”. She has a sort of guilty countenance which I find odd. “I want to check on Emma and Liam. I wanted to ask too if I can help organize the women’s housing and pack organization. I need to help with this Zak, please. I want to help”. She sounds desperate. “Of course you can help. I would love it actually since the women aren’t too fond of the men which I can understand and we could really use as many women as possible. But Ruth… you went through a lot yourself. Are you sure you don’t need some…”. Before I can even finish my sentence, Ruth starts crying into h
Ruth’s POV Standing outside of Emma’s room, it’s surreal seeing her so motionless. She lies still. I force myself to open the door. Liam looks up at me and a small smile comes across his face. I remembered to bring some of his favorite snacks since I know he won’t have been eating, along with a stack of bridal magazines, some nail polish and some various board games. “Mind some company?”. He nods as he ruffles through the snack bag which warms my heart. The way to my brother’s soul has always been through food. I’m happy to see him eating something, even if it is cheetos. “Moving in?”, he chides in between crunches. “I could live in the broom closet, next to you Liam”, I say light heartedly. I know mom has been harping on him to not spend so much time here even though it’s hardly been 24 hours. Grabbing some nail polish, I’m debating between two colors when Liam butts in… “that one”. I lift my left hand and raise an eyebrow. “You prefer this one? That’s a surpri