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Ezra's POV

When I woke up, I had a dreadfully painful shoulder.

'Mate needs help,' Leo whimpered.

So that was what the pain was from. I growled, thinking that someone would hurt her.

I sprang from my bed and bolted out of the door, shifting as soon as I hit the forest. I needed to find my mate.

Tazanna's POV

When I awoke, I realized it was 4 am. As I tried to get up, a horrendous pain shot up from my shoulder. Suddenly, all of last night's events came flooding back.

The mauling, hitting, stabbing, and the knife.

I glanced at my shoulder, seeing the soaking towel, seeping from the wound. It seemed like it had kinda healed, so I thanked Phoenix for that.

Standing up, was another thing. My lungs burned and my chest was dreadfully painful.

I slowly got dressed, knowing I would take a while to get everything done. After limping down the stairs, I quickly got to work. When I finished, they were all coming to eat.

"Your b-breakfast is done..." I said.

"Good. now Max said you were bad last night. Getting up before you should," he said, slowly prowling me,

"So, you need to be punished."

I started to hobble away when something heavy and large, connected to my ankles. That force caused them to snap. I heard them start to laugh. But, they were not done yet. That was just the beginning.

Next, they took boiling water from the tea kettle and proceeded to pour it onto my chest. I bellowed a blood-curdling scream that echoed through the whole house. After my scream subsided, to shut me up, they broke my jaw.

By now, my tears were free-falling down my face. The pain was becoming unbearable. I felt as Phoenix, whimpered and started to attempt to heal me. At this point, I just wanted to let go. I didn't want any more pain or suffering.

While I was caught up in my thoughts, I didn't hear the pack. All of a sudden, I was lifted from the ground, by some bulky arms. I soon realized they were my fathers and started to squirm, to get away from him.

"Not so fast slut. We're just getting started," he growled into my ear.

Then, he injected me with something, and I fell limp in his arms.

Wilson's POV

"NO!" I screamed as I sat up in my bed. I was drenched in my sweat and tears. I had the dream again.

The day when my mate was killed.

I threw the covers off me, as I tried to calm my wolf down. He had ignored me, ever since that fateful day. And just like that, he left again.

Feeling like shit, I got up to get myself another drink. I almost tripped over the bottles and cans that littered the floor. I made a mental note to get the mistake to clean my room. I walked down the stairs and saw that she was still laying there. I was confused for a second, but then remembered, we had beat the fuck out of her, again.

I smirked at the thought.

I grabbed the lifeless body, by the arm, dislocating it in the process. I never gave it a second thought and chained her in the cells. She would get water, once a week and get food, once a month.

Seemed reasonable.

I left her there and went back to my room. I grabbed a picture from under my pillow and stared at it. It was a happy family picture, taken before she died. We all looked happy, full of life, and content. A tear found its way out and fell onto the picture. Soon, many more followed. Before I knew it, I was sobbing.

The sobbing slowly lulled me back into a deep sleep.