Aislinn had known what was happening in the room. She may not pay attention to 99% of what happened around her but what was going on behind that thin locked door was something she could and would never ignore. Not even bothering to look at the others, in truth she had forgotten entirely about their presence the moment she had sensed what was happening down this hall, she paused outside of room 212 assessing what she could feel beyond the barrier.

She never looked up as her mate turned down the hallway to look at her, her entire being focused only on what was beyond that small piece of wood. She didn't care about her mate at that moment. Didn't care what he thought, what any of them thought. Aislinn didn't care about a single thing except for the fact that she had to get inside that room.

Her foot connected right beside the lock hard and powerful. The cheap wood and lock were no match for her strength and easily crumpled under the force of her kick. Swinging in on the broken hinges, Aislinn got her first visual glimpse of the hell that awaited her inside.

The she-wolf was naked. Her limbs tied down to the disgusting bed, blood staining the bindings from cutting into her soft flesh a result of her many struggles. Bruises and cuts covered her skin. The abuse so constant and relentless that even her werewolf healing had not been able to keep up with it. The stench of unwashed bodies, blood, sex, alcohol and pain permeated the air threatening to overwhelm Aislinn as she quickly swept her gaze over the girl again, amazed that she was still alive and conscious. She looked only a few years older than she herself. Soft brown hair was matted and tangled against her face, tear tracks traced down her face before landing softly against the soiled sheets under her. It made her look even more vulnerable and broken.

Aislinn felt the black fury rising.

The four rogue wolves inside the room were in varying degrees of both dress and sobriety. Aislinn didn't hesitate, she didn't ask questions and she definitely did not wait for any explanations. The scene before her told her everything she needed to know.

These four vile and disgusting creatures were going to die.

And die by her hands.

The first two were just inside the door sitting on two gaudy chairs as they held beer bottles in their dirty hands, with many more littering the table and floor around them. It looked like the aftermath of a party. A sick and twisted disgusting party.

Moving with lethal speed Aislinn darted forward sending a hard kick directly into the furthest one's chest knocking him back a few feet so that he and the chair went tumbling until he landed hard on the floor.

Without stopping Aislinn used her momentum from the kick, turning her body her hands already up and expecting the floundering attack of the second rogue. Easily deflecting the man's wild swing she slid inside his defense her hands going straight for his head as her leg swept his out from under him. Using both his own weight and downward momentum she viciously snapped his neck. Rejoicing in the satisfying sound of the snapping sound she let go of his head, which was now hanging at an odd angle. She didn't even spare a look as the broken body crumpled to the ground unmoving.

By now the two other men had begun to recover from their shock at her sudden attack. The third rogue who had been just existing the bathroom on the other side of the room let out an oath before launching himself at her.

Aislinn easily foresaw the attack and expertly dodged the messy attempt. Instead landing three hard hits to the man's abdomen and chest before throwing herself around his body and onto his back. Her small hands easily grabbing his head and in quick order she snapped his neck as well.

Before the body could even drop to the floor she had dropped to the ground her feet lightly landing already in a defensive stance as her hand instinctually brought up the dagger from her back pocket.

The familiar weight and feel of the deadly weapon barely registered before the knife was out of her hand and flying end over end perfectly through the air. Not even waiting to watch as the silver knife found its target, burying to the hilt in the exposed neck of the rogue she had first kicked who had been trying to stand, Aislinn was turning to the last man standing.

No not man. No man would do this. No wolf would even do this. No animal would act like this, would willing torture and abuse with this amount of sick desire and delight. This thing was nothing like her, nothing like her mate, and when she was done he would be nothing ever again.

She advanced on the naked man who was still positioned between the spread legs of the bleeding and terrified girl on the bed. If she was able, a sick smirk would have graced her face as his shocked and angry face turned to one of pure terror and fear.

The others she had killed quickly. But not him. No.

No, he would suffer.

He would watch her come to him, knowing that she would end his life.

A whimper from the broken women suddenly broke into Aislinn's thoughts. She looked at the hurt and helpless girl, empathy and sadness filling her, tampering her visions of bloody justice.

She momentarily felt her anger rise. This man deserved pain. Long and prolonged pain. Pain she would delight in giving him. But then she turned her eyes again on the whimpering women. The intense fear and pain wafting from her broken figure.

Aislinn easily made up her mind in that instant, abandoning the visions of torture that had been consuming her only moments before. The girl was more important than making this rogue pay. Fortunately for him Aislinn would put the needs of his victim before her hunger for revenge.

Still she wouldn't make it painless.

She stalked to the frozen rapist on the bed, slowly looking him up and down ignoring the pleas that were leaving his worthless lips. Not wanting the girl to have to hear anymore she decided it was time to end this. Faster than Kaiden and his men could watch Aislinn's hand shot out her claws extended as she broke through the rogues chest. She held still for a minute her hand literally in the man's body as she looked him directly in the face. She let him see her, let him see what was coming before she suddenly ripped her hand out.

Only the sounds that could be heard in the confined space was of the body and heart hitting the carpeted floor with a sick thud.

The Salvatori wolves were stunned. They had seen some messed up shit. They had killed wolves, and seen the aftermath of cruel and horrific crimes, but what they had just witnessed in that motel room was beyond anything.

Aislinn's small delicate form stood amongst the bodies of four huge, muscular, dangerous, twisted rogues. Rogues who had just been raping and beating a she-wolf tied to bed. They hadn't even been able to enter the fight before Aislinn had killed the first three. Too shocked by her skill and speed to do anything beyond watch in horror as she had then actually ripped that last man's heart from his chest.

Her hand still wet from his blood, Aislinn moved calmly around the room until she stood at the head of the bed.

Not once during the quick but bloody fight did she ever look nervous or unsure. Now however standing and looking down at the quietly whimpering and sobbing women on the bed, Kaiden would almost swear his mate was hesitant ... almost scared.

Slowly she brought her hands up to the woman, she didn't react to the woman's flinch as she grabbed the fabric that had been tied to cover her eyes and mouth. Slowly making sure to never touch the actual women's skin she proceeded to pull them loose. The woman let out a whimper and small cry when her eyes finally flew open to look up into Aislinn's steady grey ones.

Before any of the men could move towards them, Aislinn had pulled out a second knife from her back pocket and was slicing through the bindings that had tied the women's hands together above her head.

Then quickly moving towards her bound and spread ankles Aislinn gracefully pulled a hanging sheet from the floor and draped it unceremoniously over the women's naked and abused flesh. Two more quick skillful slashes and her legs were free as well.

The woman pulled her legs up as soon as she felt the last of the bindings loosen. Scooting up as far on the bed as she could she stared around the room. She took in the bodies strewn on the floor, the three large werewolves still frozen in the door and the small girl who was now bending over one of the rogues harshly pulling a protruding knife from his neck.

Kaiden tried to reign in his absolute shock and horror. The image of his mate in that room, fighting these monsters had nearly stopped his heart. He had wanted to grab her and thrust her behind his body. It was his job to protect her to keep her safe and away from evil men like these, and instead he had had to stand there and watch as she had actually thrown herself at them.

And the way she had fought them. He didn't understand how she had done it. Only he and a few others from his pack possessed the training, skill, speed and strength to take on four rogues simultaneously and alone. Yet she didn't even look fazed from it. More shocking was that she seemed to have somehow known they were in here and had gone after them on purpose.

Pushing all of these thoughts aside he took a deep breath as he looked to the woman still huddled on the bed. She was still staring at his mate, her face a mask of fear and something akin to ... awe. Kaiden wasn't sure she was dealing with the latest turn of events any better than he was. However he was the alpha here and she was terrified and hurt, he had to push his own problems aside for the moment.

"We aren't going to hurt you." He spoke quietly, his voice as gentle as he could make it as he shot pointed looks at the men still crowded around behind him. At his glare they both let their shoulders drop, their faces softening as they tried to not stare at the terrified creature on the bed. Neither man really looked any less intimidating but it was the best Kaiden could hope for, they were wolves after all. Not to mention formidable leaders of two of the largest packs on the continent. They weren't exactly built for friendly and inviting. Kaiden was just hoping that his mate's obvious disconcern and acceptance of their presence and them being in the room would let the women know they were not a threat.

"I'm the heir to the Salvatori Pack and this is my Beta, Austin. And this is Richard my mates Guardian. My Third and Head Warrior are in the hall." Kaiden nodded his head at each man as he gave out their titles, hoping that knowing they weren't rogues would help to calm her.

"What's your name?"

The girl's head final snapped to look at him tearing away from the sight of where his mate was wiping the blood off of her knives before stashing them once more back into the pockets of her pants.

Kaiden hadn't known she carried any weapons, let alone known she possessed the skill to use them with such deadly accuracy. He let himself let out a small smile, his mate was a mystery just full of surprises. Once he got past his terror and panic at the thought of the fight he knew he would be proud of how she had fought. The skill and speed she had demonstrated was unbelievable and she was all his.

Pulling himself from his thoughts he realized the girl looked at him as if only now realizing they still stood there, having apparently been to shocked to hear him speaking before, Kaiden simply repeated himself hoping to get some type of reaction from the woman.

Just as she was about to open her mouth, her eyes flew to look at the space beside him. And then before Kaiden could register what was happening now, she was sliding off of the bed. In an instant she had wrapped the sheet around her battered body before slipping out the broken door into the hallway. Leaving three shocked wolves in her wake as she quickly fled the room from hell behind a small willowy figure.