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The nickel shackles that bound my wrists and ankles were pulled taut, and I bit my lip as my sore muscles were stretched out painfully. The air was cold against my naked torso, and I shivered involuntarily.

"Feel good?" asked Luca with feigned innocence.

"Yep," I quipped, and I heard him chuckle. Luca was Drake's right hand man, and he and Drake took turns on torturing me. They wanted to share the "pleasure". They were both equally brutal, though Luca preferred whipping me with the silver-laden whip, and Drake would rather use the classic silver wires and console.

I heard the sound of the whip unfurling, and I braced myself. I heard a snap and there was a quick, stinging pain on my right shoulder blade. I bit down on the inside of my cheek hard, instantly drawing blood. Instead of screaming, I let out a short pant.

The whip definitely didn't hurt as much as the silver wires, but I still screamed when they had first started using it. After a while, I had worked myself down to only whimpering, and now, I would just clench my jaw or bite my lip to keep from screaming.

It wasn't easy; since the whip still had silver in it, but the whip's contact was so quick to leave my skin that it didn't get a chance to really mark my skin like the wires. The pain came mostly from the stinging of the whip, and the regular number of lashes I got was over fifty... at least, I lost count at fifty.

I think my silence really pissed off Luca, though, because he would always hit me harder and harder until I let out some sound to let him know that he was really hurting me.

The whip snapped against my skin over and over, and tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I wouldn't let them. After about twenty lashes, my head was hanging limply in front of me and I was breathing hard. I seemed weaker today, and the pain from the whip was a lot worse.

"Stop," I mumbled under my breath.

"Stop?" My eyes widened as I realized Luca had heard me. I heard him drop the whip and suddenly he was facing me. Luca took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced me to look him in the eye. "You want me to stop whipping you?" he asked. I remained silent.

"Fine," he said simply. "I'll stop with the whip." Luca disappeared, and I frowned in confusion.

Be alert, my wolf warned. He's up to something.

She was right.

Blinding pain erupted in my back and I screamed shrilly. Luca had stopped whipping me for sure; he had started using the silver wires instead. Luca lay the wire vertically, so it intersected with all my scars, making the pain fiercer. Involuntarily, my back arched, and this only sunk the wire deeper into my skin.

"Luca!" The wire was pulled off my back and I started to sob quietly.

"What?" barked Luca, and even though I was faced away from the door, I could see the light pouring through the opening.

"Drake needs you immediately." There was a sense of urgency to the man's voice, and I pricked up my ears.

I heard Luca stalk across the room. "I'm busy. What does he want?" The man started to talk quickly and I could detect fear in his voice. I focused, and I heard the man say "werewolves". My eyes widened. What about werewolves?

"You're lucky, Tyler," stated Luca, and I heard the panic in his voice. The door slammed shut, and I found myself alone in the room. My arms and legs were being pulled all in a different direction, and my back was burning. I didn't feel all that lucky.

At least he's done with the silver now, said my wolf, annoyed. I could hear the sounds of people running about upstairs and I heard a couple voices calling out orders. "I wonder what's going on..." I whispered to myself.

Then I heard it.

A wolf howling.

Werewolves! They were preparing for a werewolf attack! My heart soared, and I started pulled on my shackles, ignoring the stinging in my wrists and ankles.

Break out! My wolf shouted excitedly. Gather your strength and pull hard.

I did as she said. I took a deep breath and let my body go limp. Then, quickly and with as much strength as I could muster, let out a cry and jerked my limbs towards me. The pain was immense, but my ankles and wrists ripped free of the shackles and I landed on my knees.

I felt light-headed and had to drop my head between my knees for a moment. Drake had been in a rage two days ago, and he had slammed my head against the wall. If I wasn't a werewolf, the impact would have probably killed me. I took a deep breath and felt around in the dark for my ratty long-sleeve shirt, which I pulled on over my raw skin. I gasped in pain as the fabric touched the fresh wounds.

I heard a wolf howl again, and I stood up a bit too quickly. Ignoring the woozy-ness, I crossed over to the window and peered out into the yard. At first, I saw nothing, but then a large, black wolf stepped through the trees. About fifteen other wolves followed him, and he raised his muzzle and let out a piercing, beautiful howl.

I heard the sound of a man's battle cry, and I jumped when I saw men running at the wolves with guns. The black wolf tensed, and I saw him bark to the right. About four wolves disappeared back into the woods, which the men didn't notice as they launched into battle. I, however, with a werewolf's eyesight, noticed them just behind the tree line, running towards the house.

They're going to save us, said my wolf in disbelief. Sure enough, the sound of screams and off growling echoed loudly through the house, even penetrating the large metal door of my prison. Make some noise! screamed my wolf. They have to know to find us!

I ran to the door and was just about to start banging my fists against it when I remembered. There was a silver coating on the back of the door, something I had found out when I tried escaping. The nasty scar on the side of my fist was a constant reminder.

I pulled my hands up into my sleeves and, preparing myself for the pain, I started to beat my fists against the door as hard as I could. Even with the barrier of the shirt between my skin and the silver, I could still feel the pain, though it was muted. "Help me!" I screeched, "I'm down here!" I kept yelling and banging on the door until I heard the sound I had been waiting for; the sound of feet running down the stairs.

"I'm in he-" My words were cut off by the door swinging open. It caught me in the head, and I stumbled backwards, clutching the sides of my head. The world was spinning dramatically, and I felt like I was going to vomit.

"Time to die." Through the swirling shapes, I made out Drake pointing a gun at my head. I tried to say something, but all that came out was a gurgling sound. The pain in my head was way too intense, and I blacked out.

~~~Bo's POV~~~

I sunk my teeth into the arm of the hunter, and he shrieked like small child. When I reached the bone, and unclenched my jaw and released the man, who raised his gun shakily. I jumped up onto my hind legs and batted it away with my paw. I then came crashing down on him, my fangs piercing his jugular in his neck. The hunter immediately went limp, and I let him fall to the ground.

I swiveled my head to find my pack mates deep in the heat of the battle. Rhett was clawing a man who was standing over him; Fletcher was gnawing on the leg of another man, and Fae was shaking the only female hunter in the room by her neck like a ragdoll.

The fact that Fae was a girl wasn't a big deal in our pack; there were a lot of female warriors. The fact that she was one of the most vicious despite her gender was a big deal, in a good way.

I saw a man coming my way, and I leaned on my back legs to get into the position to pounce. Instead of attacking me, however, he barely took notice and instead flew down the stairs into the basement level of the house.

I was confused until I heard it; the sound of a girl screaming for help. My eyes widened in realization. The hunters were keeping a female werewolf hostage. I bounded down the stairs after him and hurried silently down the dimly lit hallway to find an open door.

I peered through to see the same man pointing a gun at a girl who was holding her head. She was unsteady on her feet, and her eyes were clouded and distant. "Time to die," the man snarled, and the girl made an unnatural gurgling sound. A moment later, her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The man paused and I took my chance. I sprinted through the door and position myself between the shooter and the girl. I curled my lip to reveal my fatally sharp fangs, and I let out a low growl. Instead of shooting me, the man lowered his gun and took a step back. "This isn't over. Not by a long shot." A second later, he was gone. Instead of going after him and finishing the man off, I whipped around to study the girl.

She had really long blond hair that was matted and knotted around her face. There was a raised discoloration, which I realized to be a scar, which jaggedly went through the end of her eyebrow. She had bruises and other marks all over her legs, and I could only imagine the wounds that would be under her shirt. The girl was breathing raggedly and irregularly, and it scared me.

I crept over to her and pressed my black nose against her cheek in an attempt to wake her up. Instead, a jolt of electricity sparked from our contact, and I jumped back in surprise.

Mate, moaned my wolf painfully. Mate's dying.

Mate.

A word I had heard a lot around the pack house, but I'd never found my mate... until now. My wolf was right, she was dying, and I needed to get her medical attention as soon as I could. I closed my eyes and felt my body shift back into my human form.

Quickly, but gingerly, I picked the girl up bridal style and carried her out of the room. As I rushed up the stairs and out of the house, ignoring the waning fight, the girl didn't make a sound. I won't let my mate die right after I found her! I won't allow it!

I gazed down on her face, which looked to still and lifeless.

Please, please live.

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AHHHHHHH!!! Sorry, I know author's usually wait to tell people who their main character's mate is, but the fact that Bo knows is important, and it plays a big role in the future plot... I always like a little dramatic irony, don't you?

Also, this chapter is set a long time after her initial capture. You'll find out in the next chapter, or the one after that, exactly how long Tyler's been in captivity.

So stay tuned!!!

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