"Medic!" I yelled as the smell of iron assaulted my nose.
I lift the roller door to a worse sight then I imagined, practically every man had been beaten bloodied and knocked out. Beta male Derrick was sitting up against the wall looking at me with a half sober expression. I wasn't quite sure if he even was aware of the situation or if he was just fighting the sedative he was given. The medics rushed past me jumping into the back of the box truck assessing their wound before moving on if they weren't serious.
"Where is my mate... they took her.." Derrick groaned out at almost a whisper.
"Who's your mate?" I ask kneeling down next to him
"I don't know.. I never met her.. I just know one of the rogues had her scent on them." He pulls his hand away from gripping his side to look down at it covered in blood.
"Fuck... Get over here!" I scream to the medics
"Didn't expect meeting our mates to go this way huh.." he gave a dry laugh