Sam lifted his head and released a howl following Mary's lead who was acting the pack Beta in Dean's absence. John was lying by her side with his back legs splayed out at an odd angle. Even in wolf form his back was still broken and damaged due to the bullet continuously lodged inside. The omega stumbled upon Dean one night surrounded with a pile of phone books and Sam's laptop, he kept to the doorway so not to disturb him. Though his keen eyes could make out the words on the screen, Dean was searching for the best were doctor he could find to replace Dr Novak. He seemed determined to find a were that would be able to perform the necessary surgery to remove the bullet from his father's spine. A task that the Alpha would not give up on no matter what. Family meant everything to Dean. That was one of the things he loved most about the man. Nothing was worth more to him than his family.

Mary nodded at the pack strolling to the front leaving John to stay behind. Her smaller frame was barely visible over the Alpha's of the pack though they all respected her authority as the acting leader through this full moon. Beside her a smaller figure was bouncing on their four paws. Junior had insisted on running with his grandmother, he wanted to be at the head of the group and lead them like his Dad always does. Sam smiled at his son proud at the wolf he was becoming in this new pack away from Adam. He was slightly behind the pair not wanting to be too far away.

His eyes strayed to the ruined building at the edge of the pack lands, where the witch and the demon would be waiting. He had instructed them not to start the spell until they had left for their run. He was just praying that the promises he had made and Crowley's insurance that Rowena would complete the spell would be enough. He was trusting their future, his family in the hands of a demon and a witch…he had hit rock bottom and was not afraid to admit it.

Moving away from those thoughts he allowed the feeling of the moon to wash over him while his feet began to run with his pack. He hoped that when they returned the next morning everything would have changed. Dean would be home safe and sound with the omegas in tow and they would both be free of Adam's hold on Sam. Yes ok the bond would not be entirely broken until Adam's death but he wouldn't be able to feel him and he would not have any control over him anymore. It meant freedom to pursue the Alpha, to get back his mate for once and for all.

…

The door opened up into a dingy barely lit corridor, the only form of light was one flickering light bulb looking like something straight out of a horror film. There was a set of concrete stairs leading upwards and one leading down. There was no railing and the floor was covered in webs. No one had been down for a while and that caused alarm bells to ring in Dean's head. Not wanting to back out on his plan he nodded at Benny who took their leave up the stairs while Charlie followed Dean down them. He could feel her breath against his neck, her body was shaking with what he assumed to be the fear of being back in this place once more. Not that he blamed her.

Sending out a wave of pheromones he attempted to comfort her the best he could despite their current situation. If it was up to him none of the others would have come with them, he would have kept them back with the rest of the pack safe in their own lands but he knew that it would have been a suicide mission by himself. He was a pack Alpha, he was a father and that meant that he had to make sure that he lived for the sake of those who depended on him. There was no other option if he wanted his son to have the life that he deserved. One without fear and one with a home he could call his own.

He stepped carefully avoiding various nails and silver instruments that were protruding out of the wall and the side of the stairs. It looked like it had been designed to be a death trap, every step was uneven with most of it crumbling underneath his paws. Many a times he had felt his body want to give way. If he was a normal human he probably would have fallen and broken his neck many times by now. That at least gave Dean an indication that Adam was expecting someone to try and come down here. Hunters he presumed or maybe Benny. Ok at least it seemed that his brother was still not aware of the fact that he was indeed alive. That gave them some form of advantage at the very least.

The darkness crept around them, suffocating them to the point where even their wolf eyes were struggling to make out the next stair in their descent. Dean had lost count after the fifty, they had to be miles below the house by now. Finally the end was in sight as the Alpha cautiously stepped off the concrete step onto the metal floor. He peered at the floor making sure that there was nothing nasty waiting for them before he signalled Charlie to stand behind him. With his nose to the ground he inhaled deeply. Instantly the stench of urine, decay, death and blood filled his senses causing a vicious growl to rumble deep inside of his chest. With his eyes flashing brightly he followed the trail the scents created, Charlie hot on his heels. He could hear her breathing quickening the closer they got to the end of the corridor they had found themselves in.

Dean paused as the corridor spilt into two halves, the scent followed both trails one stronger than the other. He turned his head to Charlie who had a determined look on her face. She scratched her paw on the floor indicating to the left hand side and before he had a chance to protest she had taken her leave. Sighing at the hatred of being spilt up he straightened to his full height hoping that Bobby had managed to make it back to the pack lands safely, that Benny was fairing alright in the house and that Charlie or himself was not about to walk into a trap. Pushing those thoughts aside he started to walk down the right hand path into the unknown.

…

Benny reached the top of the staircase, deciding on the non-stealthy approach he placed his boot to the simple wooden door and kicked it in, he had given the key to Dean before they had parted ways. He had a feeling the Alpha would need it more than him. The door fell off of its hinges onto the ground blowing dust up into the vampire's face. The walls and the floor shook with the noise making it seem like a bomb had gone off instead. His fangs lowered as he grinned at the movement he could hear around him.

He held his hands out to his side as four humans came into view, each one holding an assault rifle with their fingers shaking on the trigger. By the looks of it known of them even knew what they were doing. So Adam was once again using humans as his protection, what was that bastard playing at? "Y'all know that is not going to hurt me," he signalled to the weapons. "Let's put them down and we can talk." The humans frowned at him not seeming to know what to do. Rookies he could deal with them. "I ain't a wolf," he added pointing to his fangs. "I'm something worse," he laughed his voice echoing down the empty hallway. "Run along now and let me be on my way," he made to step forward however the tallest of the group proceeded to stand in his way. His whole body was shaking and he looked to be a fraction of a second away from shooting no matter that the outcome.

"I…can't…let you do that," he stammered trying to make himself sound braver than what he actually was. "We have been tasked to guard this house," he composed himself so that he was talking in complete sentences. "We will not fail our King."

"I see," Benny chuckled. "I'm getting in there," he pointed at the door behind the humans. "My friends are already inside."

"No one enters," the man continued.

"What's your name kid?"

"Garth."

"Well Garth you don't move out of my way I will make you," he smirked down at the youngster who looked like he could be knocked over by a strong gust of wind or even just a simple methane cloud. However the idiot refused to be moved although he looked like he wanted to be anywhere apart from there. "Don't make me do it."

"Fine, kill me," Garth lowered his weapon and held his hands out to his side. "It will be better than what the King would do if he found out I let you in," he almost cried out though he remained rooted to the spot. This was no sense of loyalty or pride in their King, it was fear that was keeping him there. Just like the parents in the basement door.

"What has he got on you?" Benny growled out.

"Please just kill me," Garth continued to whisper.

"My friends are helping people, you tell me what he has on you and I will see what I can do."

Garth sighed allowing the weapon to slip through his fingers he nodded at his companions who also lowered theirs. "He has someone we love," Garth sighed. "He came to our town, destroyed our homes and took…our mothers, our sisters, our daughters, our wives. He turned them and told us that if we want to keep them alive we will do what he says. He has my sister, my twin sister…I…She was taken down to sewer tunnels under the house, they all were."

Benny nodded his head wanting to reach for his phone to warn Dean however he knew that wolf had no pockets to carry his own. "I can help you, my friends are down there now. We are getting everyone out of here. I can promise that if they are there Dean will find them."

"Dean…" Garth shook his head. "Dean is dead, the King tells the story of how he killed his brother every day. If he can kill the white wolf then there is no hope for any of us."

"No Dean isn't dead, he is down there right now rescuing who he can. You help me round the others in the house up, I have somewhere safe we can all go. What do you say?"

…

Charlie was mentally berating herself, why had she gone off on her own? The red wolf padded down through the tunnel, water dripped on her fur and she was trying not to think about what the smell that was gathering around her was. The stench of death was getting closer and it was taking all of her control to not turn around and run after the Pack Alpha. She needed to prove herself to Dean to show him how much it meant for him to take her and her son in. Even though the first time she met him she had hated him for what he had put Sam through. But now, now she could see why the other omega was head over heels for him. It was hard not to fall for his charms sometimes she could see that. She just prayed that they all got out of this in one piece. Not a day went by when she didn't think about the friends she had left behind, the omegas that were suffering at the hands of that monster. All the innocent children that had been born just for the sake of building up pack numbers. She herself had had about ten pups and Tolkien was the only one that mattered to her. He was her priority and she was doing this for him. To show him when he is older of the life that she had managed to find for him. The pack they had a home in. That was all that she cared about.

The tunnel walls started to close in on her, narrowing to the point where she had to walk with her shoulders brushing at the brickwork. Nails and pieces of broken glass ripped through her fur and flesh where she did not have a chance to avoid them. The only bit of light present was a small slither coming through the patchy bricks, coming from miles above her. She had no idea how deep they actually were or how they were going to get out. The immense tunnel system must have been how Adam always got into the mansion undetected. How he could appear at just the mention of his name.

The walls decreased in width once more with her having to squish her wolf frame through, into a bigger clearing, which she practically fell into breathing in huge gulps of tainted air to get her lungs working properly again. This room was circular, there were no passageways coming off from it apart from the one she had just walked down, a dead end it appeared. Where the tunnel had been dark this clearing was bathed in a dim light from about five strip lights flashing above her. The sound of dripping water echoed throughout along with the noise of her rapid breaths. Buried in the depths of the walls were about twenty different cell doors. Some were just plain metal bars (silver of course) whereas others had heavy duty chains and padlocks wrapped around them. She immediately recognised this area as the solitary confinement, although last time she had been down here she had been blindfolded the whole time but there was no mistaking that smell. The one that had haunted her dreams ever since she had gotten away. The stench of death.

Pushing back the vile that had slithered up the back of her throat she started to slowly walk to the centre of the room. Her eyes locked onto the sick statue that stood in the middle. The statue looked like it was meant to be a wolf of some kind with a large crown on the top of its head. It was not the subject of the art work, and I use that term loosely, it was the materials used to create it that caused her to stifle a scream. The wolf and the crown was made out of bones, in various stages of decay. Some still had fur or muscle attached to them whereas others were just plain. The sick statue was slowly rotating, its eyes (which were made out of actual eyes that looked like it got replaced whenever they decayed) stared into each and every cell. Probably used to remind the wolves who they needed to obey otherwise they would end up a piece of this art.

Trying to compose herself she forced her attention away from the statue and cautiously walked to the first cell on her right. Sniffing the air around it a familiar scent wafted up her nose. It was of an omega who had taken her under her wing and helped her through the first few months of her captivity. Nancy. Pushing her head near the bars but not close enough to touch the metal she peered into the darkness not able to see anything. That was until the statue rotated to peer at the cell, a light from the top of the crown illuminated the dark space and instantly Charlie regretted ever wanting to come on this mission. Nancy was in the cell, her stomach was distended and full of stretch marks where her skin had not been allowed the chance to snap back into shape. She had been known as the best breeder in the pack, she was the most fertile wolf generally birthing a litter up to ten pups at a time. By the looks of her she was carrying at least five this time. Her eyes were staring up at the ceiling, there was no light present in them or any signs that she realised that Charlie was even standing there. Her hands were limp at her sides showing the deep gashes in her skin, she was completely naked which was common for omegas in this pack. Adam had declared that omegas were fair game and needed to show what they had to offer to any Alpha. Meaning that most of them had been breed at least ten times or so in a day, most of the time it was not even by their so called mates. Blood surrounded her, probably enough to fill about eight pints. Her hair had been shaved off with a B carved into her forehead. She had been locked down here to be used as a breeding machine, she had been stripped of her identity and anything that had made her a wolf. She had been tormented and tortured to the point that she had taken her own life just to be free. Subsequently taking the lives of the pups she had been carrying at the time.

Charlie backed away shaking her head not wanting to witness anymore of the horror. She knew that this was the breeding centre, the place of nightmares and the room that had been used as a threat to any omega who had refused to comply. By the smell in the room it was clear that every cell would have an occupant in similar conditions. She wouldn't have been surprised if it had been a suicide pact between them all.

Hanging her head she allowed herself to mourn for a moment, if only they had been able to have come back sooner would Nancy and the others still be alive. Would there be anyone in this god forsaken place left to be saved?

Pushing herself out of her thoughts she turned to go back down the passageway she had come when a rumbling noise coming from the walls had her freezing in position. One of the walls swung open revealing two shapes making their way back into the clearing.

The Alpha's entering snarled as they realised that she was there. Charlie's heart skipped a beat as her eyes connected with one of them…recognition flooded through her and the need to lower herself to the floor became too strong for her to ignore as her own mate stepped up beside her…with a sandy coloured wolf twice the size of him stood proudly at his side…

TBC ( Early chapter because I have to work tomorrow! OOOOoooo evil cliffhanger again I'm sorry! I keep making the chapters too long to fit all in one. Thank you for reading and for those who review. I know how I am going to wrap this story up while debating whether or not to make it a trilogy. Thanks again and see you all next week in Chapter Twenty Six!)