Chapter 5: Levi P.O.V

"We need to fucking get in there now!" I yelled through the mind link sending my brothers into a spinning mess from how loud I was shouting. My wolf was taking over as my nails elongated into claws. My wolf started to howl out in pain, along with my brother's.

"Brother, control. We can't help her if we lose control." Lucas tried to grunt out. I could feel everything that she has been feeling, everything that she is currently feeling. This is almost impossible. I could feel everything that the bastard has done to her. The three of us quickly spun around, there was a rumbling of trees or bushes from around us.

"It's just her sister." I whispered through the mind link. I could hear the whimpering sounds of her little sister mixed with sniffles from her crying up in the tree. Liam stopped the minute that she came into view, "Come on, little one." Liam whispered, extending his hand towards her in the safety manor possible. He tried to give his nicest smile but it was almost Impossible while we felt the pain our mate was one. The torture somebody was inflicting on our mate. The sweet young she-wolf has bright blue eyes like Rory and an innocent frown line plastered across her face, eventually I watched my brother grab her and pull her out of the three. She immediately cried out in pain making us all turn back and look at her, " I know Emmy. Let's go get your sister." He cooed, trying to soothe her. The little wolf just shook her head no, "What is it then?" he asked, slightly irritated. We watched as she pointed to her wrists that he was holding and immediately I ran back over to her, "What is this?" I asked, looking at the burn marks ingrained into her skin.

At first she just trembled before she cleared her throat, "Daddy does this when it's time for a lesson." She whispered, looking at the floor while she tried to hide her tears. My brother's wolves quickly entered into the link again, screaming all sorts of profanity about the torture this six year old has been through.

"Emmy, Did your dad do this to just you?" I asked, trying to understand what our mate could be going through.

"Daddy only had me tied for a few minutes. Rory had been tied and whipped for a long time." She whispered, trying her hardest to get the words out before she started crying again.

"It's all my fault!" She cried into Liam's arms.

I quickly grabbed the sweet girl and made her look at me, "Emmy this is not your fault. This is a torture technique that we use on prisoners. No matter what you or even Rory did nobody ever deserves this." I said with a straight face. Eventually she nodded her head and then I ran closer to the Beta house with my brother Lucas. It only took a few extra minutes before we were parked behind a tree infant of the house.

I recognized the sweet sounds of our mate's voice, one I always found slightly high pitched before now sounded like it belonged to the fucking moon goddess herself. I could hear the way our father's Beta spoke to her, but I didn't recognize it. He has always spoken to us with a warmth that we have spent years finding inviting but right now he was speaking to her in a cold calculating manor. He lied his way into convincing Aurora and even Oliver all the reasons that we would never believe them. I could hear the way that Aurora was fighting for her life, even when it resorted to begging like the good girl that she is. Even when he has resorted to war torture tactics part of her is still hoping or I think praying at this point that any part of him would care enough to spare her. I went around the back of the house where the back window is and tried to take a peak inside. I needed to get a picture of what I would be walking into before I tried to create strategy or plan.

"What the fuck." Lucas whispered in the mind link.

I could hear the astonishment and fear in his comment through the mind link while we took in the horror scene played out in front of us. His body shaking from the level of evil being witnessed from within this one vantage point and we haven't even walking through the door yet. From what we had been able to see, there was blood soaking the floor, torture tools played out in the kitchen table.

"What the hell is that?" Liam asked, his eyes seeing the picture in front of us.

I heard our brother Lucas through the mind link while we shared the images of what inside the house looked like and what was happening. Either one of the siblings should have come to us first, before it got to this point. The point where Oliver and Aurora are about to be tortured and possibly killed over something that I can almost guarantee that they do not deserve to be fucking killed over. The point where the old Beta was holding a very terrifying whip and threatening Rory while our Beta was fighting against the hold of his own mother in the hopes of protecting his sister.

My body felt stuck in place while every possible solution or mistake circles through my mind. I watched my sweet mate apologize to her brother with every five rof her being before her father lifted the new whip, a whip even I feared. I watched the way she held her body still while the whip shredded her torso open and her screams sent me to my knees while she looked at her brother. Tears fell down her red cheeks as her organs started falling out of her stomach, her blood coated the floor. Finally Oliver's wolf took over and broke his mother's arms to escape and swiftly break his father's neck.

I watched their mother scramble around on the floor. Her once immaculate clothes now covered in blood while she backed away from Oliver as quickly as she could but still not fast enough to outrun him. I watched as she begged and pleaded with Oliver not to kill her, not to hurt her but she never stood a chance. The second that his poor mother was within his grasp his wolf took over and broke her neck. His wolf gave up control and we watched our best friend dash over desperately to his little sister, his responsibility.

He looked closer to that of a frightened child than the grown man that helped us conquer packs and return our pack into a stable environment after the death of our father, our alpha. HIs body was shaking from the trauma he would have to live with for the rest of his life, having to kill his own parents. Hot tears poured down his cheeks while he was hyperventilating and trying his hardest to gain composure. He tried his hardest to wipe the hot tears from his face only to wipe wet blood all over his face. He was on his knee's in front of us and next to his sister, "Alpha's, please save my sister." he pleaded. I could feel how distraught my brothers were from seeing one of our dearest friends like this.

I led the group down to where she was, she looked beautiful even soaked in blood. Her pale skin illuminated all of her luscious curves and pink lips. Her hair laid out around her body and a few pieces covered her face. I leaned over her torso and my fingers grazed her perfect cheeks while I removed a strand of hair out of her beautiful eyes. Even unconscious her body recognized my touch, her body quivered. My brother's put their hands on her torso, trying to be respectful of our friend. Her small body glowed from the amount of healing magic traveling through her, we all gasped.

"Mate." Our wolves growled out in ecstasy, claiming what we already knew. She has always been beautiful, everybody knew it. Her beauty never compared to the other plain wolves with their boring eyes and hair compared to her strong features and personality. Everything about her made me scream at the idea of losing her.