Ruth’s POV Sitting on the helicopter, I’m trying to desperately wrap my head around what has unfolded. I’m sitting next to my supposed mate yet I feel numb. Thankfully he is giving me some space and hasn’t tried to push boundaries or even speak for that matter. I have been watching mom tend to Emma the entire ride. One of the nurse comes over and asks if I need anything and I almost want to get angry and tell her to fuck off but I take a breath and politely tell her I’m fine. Inwardly I’m dying. I literally suffered nothing other than the humiliation of being bound, gagged and stuck in a cage. Emma took the beating for both of us and it killed me. Killed me knowing that she is fighting for her life and I walked out without a scrape. I have never seen my brother empty before. Even when dad and Alice died, he had substance. This is different. She is his substance. I’m shaken from my torment when my mate speaks for the first time, “I’m sorry”. “For what?”, I am too

Zak’s POV Leaving the hospital, it dawns on me just how strong I’m going to have to be in these next few weeks. I have never seen Alpha hand over the reins so passively. I want to be there for him and Emma. I’m lost deep in thought when I run into Ruth. “Oh god Zak, I’m so sorry!”. Reaching out to steady her, “Ruth how are you feeling? Wait, why are you here and what are you doing here? Why aren’t you resting?”. She has a sort of guilty countenance which I find odd. “I want to check on Emma and Liam. I wanted to ask too if I can help organize the women’s housing and pack organization. I need to help with this Zak, please. I want to help”. She sounds desperate. “Of course you can help. I would love it actually since the women aren’t too fond of the men which I can understand and we could really use as many women as possible. But Ruth… you went through a lot yourself. Are you sure you don’t need some…”. Before I can even finish my sentence, Ruth starts crying into h

Leo’s POV I was going crazy in my own madness when I had decided to phone Zak. I need a purpose. Of course! How could I have been so self involved?! Here I am whining about being love sick when there’s an entire hall full of trafficked women and children. I swing by Dan’s apartment but he’s not there. Also try ringing him, but no answer. As I enter the pack hall, there’s a lot more chatter than I’m expecting, mostly women which I do expect but as I round the corner what I do not expect to see is Ian looking like Tim the Tool Man Taylor, building bunk beds for small children. I swear, he looks like a saint over there. The kids clearly adore him, the women too. As soon as I walk in, the women step back in terror and look down. Noticing their discomfort, Ian steps forward. “Ladies, it’s okay. This is Leo- he is Zak’s brother. He’s here to help too”. He offers me his hand and to my dismay I shake it. Whether it was to comfort the women or out of surprise, I’m no

Ian’s POV Ruth is a really good cook. I do not know how in this world I got so lucky. My mate is the most kind, caring and complete knockout of a woman plus she can cook. We sat and talked for a long while before I see her yawn. “You better get to sleep Ruth, you’ve had a long day. I’ll head out and let you rest”. As I’m grabbing my coat she grabs my hand, “Ian, I don’t want you to leave”. I turn to look at her and she looks nervous but confident at the same time. “Ok, I can stay. I can sleep on the couch or the floor or wherever”. I would never presume anything with any woman but especially not her. She steps closer, grabbing my jacket and setting it down. “No, I don’t want you to sleep on the floor or couch. I want to be near you. I’m not ready to do that… yet… but I don’t want you to leave. Is that okay?”. My wolf is doing laps in my mind. That is way more than okay. Gently brushing her cheek and trying to hide my giddiness. “It’s definitely okay”. I lean

Emma’s POV Everything hurts. The lights are dim but my head is killing me. My immediate thought is to the baby. The last thing I remembered was Morgan protecting my pelvis and telling me she was preserving life. Suddenly I smell Liam and all of the pain melts away. I can’t turn my head very well for some reason but he’s near. Turning my hand palm side up toward the door, he comes in and takes my hand, resting his head on my shoulder. He’s sobbing fiercely. I wrap that hand up around his head. “Good timing Liam, Emma wants to see the baby”. Liam’s blood shot eyes dart up to mine, “you know?”. My hand gently wipes his tears and his lips find mine. Whispering gently, “Morgan told me”. Grace wheels the ultrasound machine closer and is about to raise my hospital gown, explaining how the goop will be cold on my skin when I suddenly remember my branding. With a panic my hand shields my abdomen, “no!”. Looking away, I feel ashamed. I don’t even know what word they