So I'm not sure why but in my head I pretty must see Kendrick with this knightly personality and tone of voice. Does anyone else get this feeling? He's loyal, has a slight heroic aspect to him, but he's also reserved and doesn't always show his emotions. What a stud! Yummy! If you haven't picked up that from him that's okay...maybe now you will haha. Let me know what you think of him!

Kendrick's POV.

I stand behind the two sides mirror as I watch my mate in there with her real life monster. The minute we stepped into this room Warren turned on the sound to hear what is happening inside the room opposite us. Both rooms are sound proof so no one outside these two rooms have any idea of what's going on. I knew that watching this would upset me but I didn't realize how much until I hear her father mention how my sweet Felicity looks better with her clothes off; that she is not worth the effort of saving. The minute those words leave his lips I see red and hear the most ferocious growl vibrate through the house.

The next thing I know Warren is sitting on top of me and is holding me down. Why am I on the floor? My hearing kicks in and all I can hear is Warren yelling at me to calm down and I can't go into that room and interfere with Felicity. "Okay, okay I'm fine" that's not entirely true since my claws and canines have decided to make themselves seen indicating that my wolf is at the edge of my control, I can almost feel my eyes glowing- their revealing silver that circles just around my puples. In my head I can still feel my wolf trying to get out and is passing back and forth with his tail standing at attention showing his agitation. "Are you sure Drik? It sure doesn't look it. I've never seen you lose control like that," Lana states.

"I'm fine, my wolf won't get out. Our instinct to protect our mate is just at an ultimate high but we know if we interfere she will not be happy." At my words Warren slowly steps off me and I stand up, the second I'm standing at attention I see Felicity lift her hand up signifying she's fine. I blow out a relaxing breath and pull the reins on my self control; that can not happen again. Through clenched teeth a say "I don't like her being in there with him, every fiber of my being is telling me I should go in there, rip his head off in one foul swoop and get our mate out of there. My wolf and I will put up with nothing less."

From the corner of my eye I see Warren step up behind me and place his hand on my shoulder, "I've known her the longest out of all three of us and I don't think Lana will disagree with me on this but Felicity, after all she's gone through, is one of the strongest women I know, not because she is a she-wolf but because she was able to live through the worst anyone can experience. You could not ask for a better woman to stand by your side. For so long I only saw this persona she showed to the world but after finding out everything: she is so much more. She is a beautiful, precious flower found amongst thorns and weeds."

Warren's words, although overly poetic, have some truth behind them. She is so much stronger than I first thought; she has depths to her that I can't wait to peel away and find out what is hidden beneath all of that outer beauty. I focus back on the situation before me and the sight before me makes my jaw drop- note to self, do not ever get mate angry. I watch as Felicity swings the shovel I brought her and hits her father's knee, breaking it with a loud, 'snap!' then does the same to his other knee. Who knew my girl had it in her.

I watch as she puts down the shovel and moves for the garden sheers. I notice that Ladwen's wounds are releasing a lot of blood and there is no sign of it stopping anytime soon, I wonder why that is "Warren why is he not healing? Shouldn't his wounds have closed over and healed by now?" His dark chuckle sets my nerves on edge and I know he's done some tampering, "I'm been adding tiny pieces of silver as seasoning to his food. Not enough for him to noticed but it does tamper with his healing ability. My great-great-grandfather discovered this year's ago and it has been passed down to the family for generations. There is no healing of wounds for him; give him enough and it can stop you from healing for a month, with wounds bad enough you'll just die a slow death."

I nod my head and focus back on my mate, now what she does to him next has me cringing in sympathetic pain and I grab my crotch without thinking out of instinct to protect it. I notice somone laughing, I look over and roll my eyes as Lana is laughing and pointing at Warren since he's doing the exact same thing I am. It doesn't matter how many times you've seen someone tortured or have done the torturing, no man likes to see another dismembered.

I watch as she cuts just at the base of his penis, I thought that was all she was going to do but then she goes further and completely cuts his balls off. The sight of them on the ground makes me have the urge to look for a garbage can or stick my head in a toilet, but I push my breakfast down. I turn to see how the others are doing and I look just in time to see Lana throw up in the small garbage they keep in here, Warren's hand is to his mouth as an attempt to keep his food from coming up. How is Felicity okay with this? She doesn't even flinch.

She's not finished, she again brings the shears to the middle of his penis and quickly cuts it clean off. The agonizing screams and tears on Ladwen's face show proof of his pain, he's hunched over against his bindings and can no longer muster up the energy to look up as Felicity dances around him. "Daddy look at me, look up! I want you to look in my eyes as I end you so you know exactly why this happened to you, who is the one to finally finish you off, that should have been done to you a long time ago." The shovel is back in her hand, I was so stuck on what just happened I didn't notice the change of what I can only now call a weapon. Oh no! She can't be about to do what I think she is. "This is for me and my mother." She lifts her arms and her arms gracefully swing in an arch and she hits her desired target but not hard enough.

The shovel hits his neck but doesn't kill him right away as it is stuck against what I can only guess is his spine "Whoops, better do this properly!" She pulls it back out and swings again, this time hitting her mark and his head comes clean off with blood splattering everywhere. His blood flies onto her face but she doesn't seem to notice. It covers the walls and the puddle on the floor has grown tenfold and continues to gush what what I would assume to be the major artery in his neck. What remains of him kind of looks like a headless chicken now.

My blood covered mate stops for a minute and then turns to the side and vomits all over the floor. She turns to the door opening it, I try to make it in time to grab her but as I open the door I hear a thumb and something hard hit the floor. I see Felicity has fainted and I get down on the ground and lift her upper body up into my arms, I try and slap her awake a few times "Felicity, my love. Wake up, he's gone- it's done. You're free. Just wake up and open your eyes for me." There is no movement in Felicity other than the rise and fall of her chest signifying her breathing. Her body just shut down. I pick her up and rush her to the infirmary, I need to make sure she's okay.

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So I thought it would be interesting to see how Kendrick's point of view for this chapter. Hope you liked it!!

-Viorra