Saving Tragedy Chapter 113

**Sawyer's POV**

Time seemed to stretch and warp, turning each second into a lifetime of misery. 

The cold crept deeper into my bones, gnawing at me with every labored breath. 

But it was the relentless, desperate cries of Elsie that cut through the silence like a blade, breaking me down in ways I couldn't express I had never felt before. 

She'd been sobbing for ages now — her tiny body trembling from the cold, the hunger no doubt gnawing at her from the inside too and there was nothing I could do for her.

Millie had even tried breastfeeding and it was no use, there wasn’t enough, we needed to get back to the train - back to the supplies we had kept for her there… 

I cursed myself for putting us in this position, but my anger was tempered with the suffocating fear that clawed at my chest. The sound of Elsie's cries felt like a constant pressure on my mind, driving me toward the edge of insanity.

But then, footsteps were heard before the door to the cell rattled around and eventually creaked open. 

I wasn't ready for them to come back again, not when I felt this vulnerable and on edge, but it was clear that they were maybe here to take us back to the train. 

The annoying yellow toothed guards that had taken us here before were back. The same two. I saw the dull gleam of metal in their hands, saw the sick satisfaction in their eyes as they looked down on us.

"Shut that little fucking brat up!" one of them growled, his voice thick with irritation.

Elsie's cries pierced through the air again, louder now, and I could feel my patience coming close to snapping.

"You want her to shut up?" I growled back, my voice low and dangerous. "Why don't you try taking care of her? See how long you last, you pathetic excuse of a man!” I rage back, standing up from my position. 

“Fucking hit her over the head with a rock or some shit! She’s been giving us a headache for the past hour! The three of you will be dead soon anyhow…” The other chimes in, and in that moment I feel all control leave my body. 

The guard scowled, his fingers twitching toward the club hanging at his belt. But before he could make a move towards us, I lunged forward, my arm outstretched, fingers brushing the cold steel of one guard's throat as I slammed into him with everything I had. My claws sank into the flesh beneath his uniform, tearing into his skin as I ripped his throat open in seconds flat. 

His eyes widened in shock as blood poured from the wound, his mouth opening in a final, silent scream.

The other guard reacted too late, looking horrified and startled that I had eventually gave them what they had probed me for... 

Before he could even pull his gun or reach for his weapons, I was already on him too. My fist collided with his jaw, sending him stumbling back against the wall. But it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. I wanted more. I needed to feel the release of destroying them. 

The second I had him pinned to the ground, I began beating him, my fists crashing into his face with brutal, rhythmic fury. His pleas for mercy were nothing but background noise to my rage. The sickening crack of bone beneath my blows was sweet music to my ears - before I finally decided to end him too, leaving his blood splattered across the rocks...

But my frenzy didn't last long.

The sound of boots rushing down the hall broke through my bloodlust. They were too quick, too many. Before I could react again, five more guards stormed the cell. 

They didn't hesitate. 

They grabbed me, hauling me off of the dead guard beneath me and pulling me down on to the ground. They weighed me down, their strength overwhelming my own. A sharp pain sliced through me as they forced my arms behind my back, successfully restraining me as the others hit me with their batons.

And then the dreaded silver came… 

I barely had time to prepare for it before they poured melted silver across my exposed skin. The agony was instantaneous — sharp, excruciating, blinding as it fell across the right side of my face and neck. 

It was like my body was on fire. My flesh melting and burning under it. 

The heat wasn't the warmth of a flame; it was the agony of something far worse, like a popping poison stretching across the skin. 

It ate through my first layer, sizzling and crackling as it seared into me. I could feel my muscles spasm, my blood boiling, my vision swimming. I screamed out in agony, unable to help it, but the pain was so intense, so brutal, that it felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out.

Millie's voice cut through the haze of pain. "Please, stop it! Please! He's not in control! Let him go! He didn’t mean it! Please!" She sobbed, making the whole ordeal worse for me to bear. 

But they of course didn't listen to her. They didn't care. 

The guards just continued to pour the molten silver across my skin, moving to my right arm next, making me howl in pain as my body bucked and thrashed in a desperate attempt to break free from their hold. 

"Shut the fuck up, Sawyer," one of the guards spat, his voice full of venom. "You did this to yourself! You're nothing! Just a weak little dog now, aren’t you? Perhaps we should pour some over the other two for safe measures hmm?!" He warns, and in that moment I  completely break. 

“N-No… please don’t!” I yell, knowing I would be unable to ever forgive myself if they did subject my mate and daughter to this torture… 

I could feel my body growing weaker, my senses dulling as the silver burned through me - the pain completely unbearable. 

Finally, as I began to quit fighting them, they let up, throwing me back onto the cold stone floor with a thud. 

The pain was still very much there, radiating out from my skin in tidal waves, but I was too numb to do much more than gasp for breath.

The guards moved to start dragging us back to the train… 

Millie was crying along with Elsie now, her face pale, her hands trembling as she held Elsie to her chest for dear life. 

I couldn't even protect them. 

I couldn't even protect myself. 

But I would have to find the strength to do something, to keep going for them… 

After marching us through the cave, they threw us back into the train cabin we'd once been locked in, tossing us onto the hard floor like sacks of grain - having no mercy for the new born in which Millie had to twist to protect from the fall. 

At least there was some comfort in the familiar scent of the train, the warmth of the heat that radiated through the room - ensuring that our child would be able to heat up again. 

It was small solace in the face of everything else that they had done to us… 

But if things couldn’t get any worse, Jacob walked in, his mocking laugh filling the room once more as I remained on the ground - unable to stand. 

"Well, well, son, that was fucking pathetic wasn’t it?" he sneered, limping forward as he surveyed my battered, weakened form beneath him. "Look at you now, Sawyer. Pathetic. You were always a thorn in my side, but now... now you're just a broken excuse of an Alpha."

I could barely lift my head, but I managed to meet his eyes, despite the fire still smoldering under my scorched skin.

"Enjoy it while you can, Jacob," I managed to grit out through clenched teeth. "Ashton will take you down again in the end."

Jacob's eyes flashed with fury at the fact I was still fighting to answer him back, but then he just laughed again. "You think he has the strength for that these days? You think he will be able to stop my new army? None of you will ever see the light of day again!" He wheezes, before entering a coughing fit all over me - making me sick to the core. 

He hobbled closer, leaning forward to inspect me, and I could smell the rancid stench of his arrogance once more. "No one is coming to save you this time, Sawyer. No one. It’s too late! Once we reach your precious pack's territory, or shall I say, my territory, I'll make sure that your new little pack, your family, everyone you've ever cared about, is nothing more than a pile of ashes and rubble." 

I could feel my teeth grinding against the words, my chest tightening with rage and fear for those I loved. But there was nothing I could do. Not yet. Not in this state. Not from here!

"Just wait," I whispered hoarsely. "You'll see."

Jacob smirked, standing up straight. "I don't think I'll have to wait long. You're already a broken man, Kingston. There is nothing left of you!” He spat on me, degrading me further, wiping his chin before turning to  make his exit… 

“Get comfortable while you can, we will be there soon despite your little setback putting us behind schedule!” He chuckled, shaking his head to himself as I stayed silent - my body quivering from the pain and humiliation before my mate and daughter… 

Thankfully with that, he left, leaving me to rot in here, as we awaited our fate which right now, didn’t look too good… 

“S-Sawyer… Oh Goddess… I’m so sorry… hang in there, Ashton will come for us!” Millie rushed to my side, bringing a first aid kit from one of the compartments under the seats on board with her, having placed a whimpering Elsie down on a makeshift bed on the floor. 

I should be taking care of them… not the other way around… what had I become? 

Was Jacob right? Was I ever cut out to be an Alpha? 

Right now, I looked pathetic. 

I wanted to believe that Ashton would step in to save us, but what if he is too late this time? 

We didn’t have much time left…