Ryker
My blood boiled as I stepped through the trees to see her drenched in my brother's blood, her white fur completely drenched and turned red, both of my brothers lying on the ground in their broken forms, forced to shift back to heal. While she stood over them in bloodlust licking at the injuries she caused, not a care in the world that she nearly killed my brothers. I could hear their soft thuds as she stood over them.
Brax unleashed in pure animalistic rage, as we ripped into her an agonized whimper leaving her. Throwing her around she hits a tree and is forced to shift back, she looks at me in panic as she tries to get up. Her eyes filled with fear. She knew what was coming. I warned her, warned her if she tried anything to hurt my family I would kill her. She was another Danika, not happy until she destroyed me.
I lunged at her, my teeth tearing through her flesh as we ripped through her arm trying to tear her limb from limb. Her blood coated my fur as it sprayed over me.
Hearing a whimper behind me I look at her now unconscious body, lying limp. She won't be moving anytime soon, I growl at her. Turning my back on her, I check Tyson. He groans trying to sit up before collapsing again. I look at his wounds. He looked like he had been put through a blender.
A few pack warriors I alerted on my way, raced toward us, and Zane broke through the trees first. A gasp left his lips at the sight before him. He races over to my brothers trying to stem the bleeding on Ace's neck and chest. The two pack warriors shift back to their human forms and I realize one is Jacob, my third in command. He scoops Tyson up in his arms and starts running toward the house. His black locks flashed past me in a blur as he moved quickly. Zane and I try to get Ace up only to find his back was torn into badly. A flap of skin hanging from his back and I can see his ribs.
I press the flap of skin back in place, my hands becoming coated in his blood. A growl escaped my lips at what my fucking mate did to my baby brother. Pete, my other pack warrior comes over replacing my hands with his as they start transporting him toward the packhouse carefully. His wounds are not healing because his wolf must be too weak.
"Get them to the infirmary, he needs blood," I tell them before turning to my limp mate, her blood saturating the ground. Turning the grass red and the dirt to mud, her arm barely hanging on and I can see her leg is broken. Grabbing her arm, I hoist her up, tossing her over my shoulder and following after Zane and Pete. Catching up to them as they lift Ace over a log trying not to cause him more injury.
"You right Alpha?" Pete asks, looking back at me and I know my Alpha aura was sending off some deadly waves, seeing it affecting them as they tried to move quicker through the forest. I was too angry to even attempt to reign it in so they would have to deal with it. Jacob comes back when we are nearly halfway back, he has some bandages in his hands.
"Doc is working on Tyson, hold him steady," he tells Zane and Pete before wrapping a bandage around Ace's body quickly securing the flap of jagged skin on his back. Jacob was the fastest out of the three of them as soon as his wounds were wound tightly in the bandages, he grabbed him before taking off through the trees racing home.
"Want me to take her?" Zane asks and I drop her on the ground. Her body hits the ground with a thud, her leg bone jutting out of the skin, yet she still doesn't wake. She was bleeding profusely but I didn't care, she deserved worse than death and I was going to give it to her.
"Take her to the cells and hang her up. I want a tube shoved down her throat and pump her full wolfsbane," I tell them. Zane pales at my words. Pete bends down grabbing her doing as he is told.
"Ryker she is your mate, she needs medical attention, look at her she bleeding to death."
"She is not my mate, she nearly fucking killed them, Zane, now do as I ask," I scream at him and he puts his head down.
"Take her to the fucking cells and do what I asked, she doesn't deserve an easy death," I tell them shoving my command on him. His shoulders slump, his neck baring in submission.
"Yes, Alpha," he says. I rush off to check on my brothers. Moving through the packhouse, I race up the stairs into the infirmary. Two pack doctors working on my brothers while nurses hooked them up to blood bags. Lines came off them everywhere as they worked on them.
"You should tell your mother," Mavis says, looking over at me. She has been here for as long as I can remember. Her white lab coat was drenched in my brother's blood as she worked tirelessly moving between them and checking their vital signs.
"I will when they are stable," I tell her, not wanting to panic my mother. If they are conscious and she can talk to them when I tell her it will ease her anxiety.
Hearing the door downstairs, I walk out of the infirmary to see Zane open the basement door. Pete walked down the stairs with my mate over his shoulder. I move down the stairs following them. The smell of damp stagnant air hit my nose the moment I step into the basement. The cold draft rushed over me. I follow the blood trail of my mate to the very far cell. Zane walks out before returning with some chains.
"Go get a hose and funnel," I tell Pete. He nods walking out. I take the chain from Zane chucking it over the steel beam on the roof.
"Padlocks," I tell Zane, holding my hand out for them. He drops them in my hands. Pete walks in placing the funnel and hose down on the bench that holds different torture devices.