POV- Enzo

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Everything hurts..., It's been days already since I have come here and I am pretty sure I have racked up more wounds than I have had in a lifetime. I want to give in, but I need to stay strong. I have to stay strong for my pack. They are putting their lives on the line for me, so I can't run away or hide away from my problems.

TAP! TAP! TAP! CREEK...

I laid on the floor not giving a fuck about the monster that came my way. I took a deep breath as I hear the footsteps stop. I can smell him. I don't even have to look to see that he was right in front of the cell door. The man wished for me to ooze fear. But, I am not afraid. "Look at me you Bitch!" his voice was like nails on a chalkboard. Annoying!

The cell door opened and I was being dragged out. I wanted to scream so badly. He pulled me into the room and placed me in the chair.

DO NOT BE AFRAID! DO NOT BE AFRAID! I constantly told myself. My body went rigid as he pulled my finger and toenails off. If this torture doesn't stop I am going to go insane!

100... 98... 50... 39... 25... 10... 5... 1...,

This continued for many hours.

My consciousness slips in and out. One moment I see black and the next I see the red of my blood dripping.

I've had enough of this. How much more do I have to take? How much more pain do I have to go through before I am saved?

"How can someone save you and help you if you don't even try to help yourself", my wolf; lowe whispered.

He was right I need to help myself so others can help me, but how?

FIGHT

As if commanded my body began to shift. In a matter of painful moments, I shifted. Though this time, I wasn't my usually small wolf, instead I was much bigger. I let out a furious growl and moved in on the man that caused my pain. Enough was enough. I smirked as I watched a very frightened scum run-off. Delighted in the thrill of the chase my wolf took off. Smiling I gave up all control and let Lowe take over. Oh... was he gonna have some fun.

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POV- Lowe

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When the stupid rogue alpha discovered that I found him he began to curse at me. "Stupid omega, I am going to kill you!!!" I scoffed at that and went in for the kill. Stupid Alpha I am not an Omega. I AM A FUCKIN LUNA!

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POV- Natalie

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I was surrounded and far from help. How the hell did I end up here. Oh, right. Stupid me followed rogues alone thinking I could save my brother by myself. Shit. The rogues started to close in on me. When they started attacking I fought back with all my might. There were two rogues left. I knocked one away and fought the other. When I finally killed the rogue, a figure came out of the tree. As the figure came closer I became able to recognize him. It was Enzo he was safe and holding the head of a man. Likely the man that held him captive. I shifted back into a human and began to run towards him.

"Natalie, No... Watch out." I turned around but was too late.

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POV- Lycos

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All the rogues on the field were dead. "Alpha, sir, someone is approaching. I looked up to see a dark figure walking towards us. When the figure stepped out into the light, My heart stopped. "ENZO!" He stopped and looked at me before running towards me. I opened my arms and he jumped into them. My baby boy was covered in blood putting him down I searched him up and down. Noticing something by his feet I picked it up. A head? I looked at Enzo and my suspicions were confirmed. This was the head of the man who hurt started this.

Very few of ours were injured, and only one dead. Our territory was a mess. The whole place beside the inside of the packhouse was dyed in blood. Everyone fought hard. This war may have not been long but it was still brutal and exhausting.

Enzo was inside begin treated for his injuries. As expected they took their toll and left Enzo unconscious. Every part of my being knew he was going to wake up, but the matter was when.

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POV- 3rd

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Lycos and his pack were hard at work cleaning the place up and preparing a funeral for the dead. As they all wept for their loss. The moon goddess opened her arms and welcomed the dead one into the afterlife.

Enzo once again was in a coma. No one was sure when he was going to wake or how he was going to deal with the death of someone he held dear.

It was once said that life is precious and made up of many different things. Both good and bad. To live life to your fullest you need to embrace both. Let your victories and failure not define you but shape you to be who you are. Let memories envelop you and lead you to a happy life. As Nelson Mandela once said, "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." So remember no matter how many times you fall, or how rough things get. The best way to live is to always pick yourself up and to continue fighting because no one can help you if you don't help yourself.