Saving Tragedy Chapter 116

**Sawyers POV**

The train came to a screeching halt, the sudden jolt making my battered body lurch forward, only to be yanked back by the two guards gripping me tightly. 

My head spun as the vibrations of the train slowly dissipated, replaced by the suffocating silence of the moment. My senses dulled with pain, but I couldn’t ignore the deep, pit-of-the-stomach dread that churned inside me.

We’d arrived. This was it.

The door to the carriage was thrown open with a loud bang, and harsh light flooded in, temporarily blinding me. I winced, trying to steady myself, but my legs wobbled beneath me, weak from the pain and the relentless exhaustion. The burns on my skin seemed to pulse with every thudding heartbeat, a constant reminder of how far I had fallen. How powerless I was now.

I tried to focus, to take in my surroundings, but all I could see was a blur of movement outside the train. People. Too many people. All belonging to Jacob - none of my own. 

I was herded toward the door, the guards’ rough hands on me, pushing me forward like some kind of prize animal being dragged out for a show. Every step felt like walking through molasses, my legs barely able to carry me. I could feel the cold, hard metal of the platform beneath my feet as I stumbled, but it was drowned out by the noise of voices. Shouting. The sound of boots against concrete. The low growl of wolves.

When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw them. Jacob’s “army,” as he’d called them. A group of rogue wolves, all wearing that same smug, entitled expression. They were scattered across the platform, their numbers overwhelming, filling the area with their sheer presence.

And Jacob…

He stood at the front, his posture as straight as he could manage, as though he were the king of this broken world. His eyes found mine immediately, and he gave a mock salute, a sneer tugging at the corner of his lips. His smirk only deepened when he saw the sorry state I was in. His smug satisfaction was palpable, and I could see the hunger in his eyes. The desire for my humiliation.

This was more than a simple revenge plot. This was a spectacle.

The recognition of what was happening hit me with the force of a punch. Jacob wasn’t just bringing me out here to parade me in front of the pack—he was going to make a full fucking show of it. He was going to drag me through the streets of the pack, beaten and broken, just to demonstrate his so-called power. A public execution.

I swallowed, trying to force down the bile rising in my throat.

My pack. The pack I had led. I’d failed them. I had failed them all. Failed Millie. Our beautiful daughter. I was weak. Useless. 

My breath caught as I heard Jacob’s voice ring out, loud and mocking. “Gather them,” he barked to his men, his voice carrying across the platform. “It’s time to put on a show for the pack.”

I could hear the shuffling of feet, the distant sounds of murmurs as the rogue wolves went to work. It didn’t take long before they began moving toward the entrances of the surrounding buildings, rounding up members of the pack who were still loyal to me.

The fear was already settling in. I could see it in their eyes as the men were dragged forward, faces filled with confusion, despair, but also, a flicker of something else. Hope? Were they hoping I’d do something? Was there any chance of a fight?

But I was done… 

There was no fight left in me. No strength. Just an overwhelming sense of helplessness, of knowing that Jacob was going to have his fun with me. He was going to make sure that every last shred of my dignity was stripped away.

“Let’s see how long you can last, Sawyer,” Jacob taunted, his voice low, but carrying all the venom he could muster. “After all, you were never fit to lead. You’ve lost everything. And now…” His voice trailed off, and he looked out over the platform, surveying the scene as if it were some kind of victory.

I forced my gaze to the ground, my fists clenching at my sides. I couldn’t show him how much he was getting to me, how much his words cut deeper than the silver ever had.

But when I glanced up, I saw them. Millie. Elsie.

I didn’t know how long they had been there, but the sight of them made everything worse. Millie was being pushed toward a car, her face pale, her eyes frantic. She was holding Elsie so close to her chest, as if trying to shield her from the madness around us. My heart twisted, my chest constricting with the desperate need to protect them.

“No!” I tried to shout, but the sound came out barely louder than a rasp. I struggled against the guards, pushing myself to stand straighter, even though my body was betraying me. “Millie!” I gasped, my voice cracking.

Jacob’s eyes flicked toward me, and a sickening grin spread across his face. “Oh, don’t worry, Sawyer,” he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. “She’ll be safe… for now. She’s just getting a nice, comfortable ride while you get to run behind.”

Then it hit me like a punch to the gut.

“No!” I protested again, but my voice faltered, weak. “You can’t fucking do that—”

“You’re coming too,” Jacob cut me off with a laugh. “But not in the car. No, no. You’re going to run behind it like the pathetic, broken animal you are. You’ll have a front row seat to the humiliation of your people, to the moment they realise their precious Alpha is nothing more than a shadow of himself.”

My heart pounded, each beat sending a new wave of fury through me, but I was too weak to do anything about it. The guards tightened their grip on me, and I felt my legs give way again. I collapsed forward, barely catching myself with my hands, but still, my gaze was fixed on Millie.

I couldn’t do this to her. I couldn’t let this happen to Elsie. Let them watch this torment! 

But there was nothing I could do.

As the guards roughly yanked me back up, I saw them. Some men from the pack. The others. They were already watching. They had started to gather, just as Jacob had ordered, their eyes wide, waiting for the show to begin. Their whispers drifted toward me, but all I could hear was the pounding in my head, the desperate need to make this right, to do something.

But it was too late.

Millie was shoved into the car, Elsie still cradled tightly in her arms, and I could see the panic in Millie’s eyes. She was looking at me, her lips parted, her body trembling with fear and exhaustion. I wanted to reach out to her, to tell her I’d make it right somehow, but the words never came. The guard’s grip tightened once more, pulling me toward the back of the car.

Jacob was watching, still grinning like a madman. “Move them,” he ordered, his eyes narrowing as he looked between me and the others.

With one last look at Millie, at my daughter, my heart sank. They were driving away, and I was about to be dragged through this pack, paraded like some trophy. Every inch of my body screamed in protest, but I couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t stop him.

I had to run.

But in that moment, all I could do was fall to my knees, the weight of the world crushing me beneath the despair that Jacob had planted so expertly.

I’ll never make it out, I thought, the realisation weighing on me like a death sentence.

And yet, somehow, I had to find a way to escape. For them. For Millie. For Elsie.

But as the car pulled away, and the shouts from the rogue wolves echoed behind me, I wasn’t sure if I had it in me anymore.

I was too weak to shift, but damn did I fucking try my heat anyway… but there was no use. 

My knees began to scrape, as I fought to stand, using my stronger arm to pull me up as the car took off forward - my feet fumbling to keep up. 

This was hell on earth… 

With no sign of Ashton or help…