Belle analyzed the chains around her wrists and ankles, aware that with every movement they tightened and ate at her once flawless skin. The locks required a key and without the proper tools, there would be no way to break out of them. Closing her eyes, she focused on her points of injury. Ribs, most likely fractured on the right side. Head, no concussion, just plenty of bruising. Left ankle, sprained but still of use. Right shoulder, probably just dislocated, that would be an easy fix.<br/><br/>Slowly forcing herself up into a straighter sitting position with her good arm, Belle gritted her teeth in dismay. She had caused all of this. If she would have just stayed in the pack and agreed to be the Luna, maybe the Alpha wouldn't have murdered her husband and two boys. Just maybe, Keveth would've been able to find a woman who could love him as much as Belle wanted to and he wouldn't have been in harms way. His pack would be safe from her Alpha's rage. This was all her fault and she had to fix it. But how could she stop the attack if she couldn't even get out of these damned chains?<br/>~~~~~<br/><br/>Several pack Fighters stood outside of the Alpha's home, only knowing of the orders to keep everyone out. Sitting in their wolf forms just outside the home, shock was the only thing that registered at first when a large wolf came charging at them from the woods. The first one to leap into action was a small sandy colored wolf, who leapt at the intruder with a snarl of warning.<br/><br/>The other four were quick to fall into line behind the sandy wolf. Three wolves went for the intruders legs, while the other two leapt for his back, intending to take him down swiftly and without mercy.