A Twin Connection prt 1

WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of brutal and graphic violence. 

Logan's POV

"Come on bro! This is my mate we're talking about! Shit!" I yell. I'm the Beta of the Blue Lake Pack.

This meeting was going on for far too long now. It had to come to an end. I stare at Hunter, my Alpha and his brother, Ryder, who happens to be the Lycan King. 

Our pack is the first pack to ever have a Lycan as it's alpha. No-one minds, Hunter is a tough son-of-gun and he treats everyone fairly. 

Like, most packs have omegas as a tradition for all the weaker pack members, this pack doesn't. Hunter doesn't see members as weak or not, he figures each member has their own role to play and each one brings their own strength in different forms and ways to help sustain the pack as a whole. Which is very admirable. Makes him strong within the pack itself, because every member would gladly give their life for him.

My thoughts are snapped short by Hunter having a go at Ryder.

"Two weeks, Ryder! You try being away from Savannah knowing she's been taken for that long and see what your patience is like." Hunter is yelling at his brother. Thank Goddess they're brothers or I'm sure we wouldn't have an alpha. No-one can speak to the king like that... And get away with it. 

"I know! Shit man, I know... Look, we don't even know who took her. If I knew who had Andrea, damn! I'd be out there right now with the scouts." Retorts Ryder, with one arm across his chest and the other hand rubbing his face. Exhaustion and frustration prevalent on all our faces. 

Just then, we all freeze and spin to the sound of a timid knock on the office door. 

Michael, the gamma, jumps out of his seat and answers the door. He takes a polite step back and looks over his shoulder with a naughty smirk tugging at his lips, at Merrick, our Delta.

"Don't tell me, you're in the dog-house tonight Mer." Michael chuckles as he lets a very pregnant Dakota enter the room.

Merrick jumps up and is by Dakota's side in seconds.

"Is everything OK, babe? What happened? What do you need me to do? Is it time?" He rushes through his panicked line of questioning to his mate.

"Whipped. " Whispers Michael, loud enough to make everyone chuckle at their panicked Delta.

Glaring at Michael, Merrick lets slip a growl, then turns back to his mate. 

"Uhmmm... Yes, I'm fine, nothing, no and no not yet." Dakota pauses, putting her one hand gently on Merrick's arm as she tilts slightly and looks around him to catch Hunter and Ryder's attention. " I... Uh... Came to talk to you about Andrea."

At this, both Hunter and Ryder snap their heads up and eye Dakota and invite her into the office.

"Of course, please come in." Hunter looks around and growls at Michael to get out of his seat.

"Awe man." Michael rolls his eyes theatrically but moves from his seat. "Here you go milady. " He gestures and winks at her, which earns him another guttural growl from Merrick, which in turn earns him a chuckle from everyone else.

Hunter moves to sit on the edge of his desk next to his brother and everyone's attention is now on Dakota.

Dakota looks at all the bulky, intimidating men around her and then gently clears her throat.

" You know Andrea and I are twins right?" She asks in a slow tone. Everyone nods, slightly confused.

"Well, it seems as though, uhmmm... " She looks around, not knowing if she's opening her own door to a mental asylum or if they will actually believe what she's about to tell them.

She shifts uncomfortably in Michael's seat. 

"It's ok babe. Whatever you need to tell us, it's ok." Merrick warmly coos, as he can see that his mate is feeling a bit nervous for whatever reason.

"Uhm... Well, we seem to have a connection." Her eyes wander over us nervously. 

"Connection. " Hunter repeats.

"Yes. It's like, I can feel what she's feeling, but last night something else happened.... " She trails off remembering and telling us about the dream she woke up from.

The light is bright, it's shining straight into my eyes, making the rest of the room pitch black, like I was under interrogation. Not seeing anything, but I could sure as hell hear and smell what was going on around me. 

There's a mumble, no comprehensive words, not a whimper but like a stifled mumble. I turn my head to the side so the light was no longer directly in my eyes. 

I screamed! 

I screamed so loud that I thought my own eardrums would burst. A hand came out of nowhere and clamped over my mouth to shut out the noise. 

She was there, laying on a metal table, her eyes open, unblinking and fixed to the ceiling above her. Her hair hanging over the edge of the table, looking like multiple nooses, thick and worn, dripping with their latest victims blood. Tears, streaming down her face leaving semi clean skin in its trails. They had cut her open like a close-up, morgue scene from some CSI TV series and with his bare hands, the man in the white lab coat was mumbling as he was yanking out and pushing back in, one organ at a time. Poking and prodding with his fingers and a scalpel around her insides with nothing but malice and a frustrated need to find something, anything. 

"For fuck sakes! Hand me those clamps! She's healing too quickly for me see what the fuck is going on." The obesse man was yelling at someone I couldn't see.

He took the clamps and pinned the freshly cut, open and peeled off, flaps of flesh to the metal table's sides. 

What the fuck was happening.

"Like what you see...?" The man looks at me with a proud smile on his face. "Be a good girl and stay quite will you. No more outbursts from you or she will be the one watching you under the knife. " His voice says smugly, making the bile rise up in my throat.

The more the man investigated the poor girl's insides, with so little regard for her and with the sounds of blood consistently dribbling onto the floor and meat being shoved around, the more nauseous I became. I felt the tears run down my cheeks as I watched this man stand up, take a few steps away from her and then throws a scalpel at this poor girl's exposed stomach organ, out of frustration. It pegged... The sound of liquid running off the table sounded like someone having their water broken during a C-section. 

She didn't even flinch. She just lay there. 

As I looked at her, my eyes caught one scar after the next. She was covered in them. How many times has she had to endure this? As she lay there, the scalpel was pushed out of her stomach by its own force and the wound healed. Immediately. How is that possible? Not even vampires can heal that quickly. Who is she? What is she?

"FUCK!" 

I flinched... 

"12 years! 12 fucking years and still we have nothing!" The man who looks like the doctor screams out in frustration. Knocking things over, throwing whatever he can. Then abruptly stops. He turns around with a murderous look in his eyes. He walked over to this poor girl, bent down and picked up the scalpel which was now laying on the filthy floor. He inspects it with the same look in his eyes. He turns his attention to the cut open, girl laying before him and just started stabbing her viciously. Everywhere, anywhere. Taking out all his anger on this helpless girl. Her blood, splattering and pouring out of her from every slash she receives like a leaking hose pipe with the tap turned on full. Blood everywhere! Her body jerked and twitched with each blow the man landed. This was a scene straight out of a horror movie. 

What is wrong with this man! Never in my life have I seen such barbaric brutality. He didn't stop for what seemed like 5 mins. Just standing there stabbing her over and over again.... 

I look again at the girl. Her eyes are closed but I can still see the tears running down her cheeks.

Fuck! She's still alive....

As I watch Merrick's mate re-tell her dream to us, we all just sit there like dumb assholes with our mouths hanging open. Like what the fuck! What are we supposed to do with info like that? There is no way shit like that is real! 

Dakota has probably seen one too many horror movies, that coupled with her pregnant hormones. Shit! But no. That shit ain't real.

Dakota looks at us one by one. Her face covered in tears, her breathing coming out rugged like she was trying hard to get rid of hiccups. Her voice softens and what comes out her mouth next shocks us to our core.

"I was looking through Andrea's eyes." She says as she drops her head, turning her eyes to her hands resting on her swollen belly.

Our eyes widened. We're stunned. 

" If we mind link like that again...." She pauses, " then maybe I can get her to look around more, so I can see where she is." She holds her breath waiting for us. We all blink but stay silent.

Merrick wraps his arms around his mate, comforting her like she had gone through that ordeal herself. If what she says about this connection to her sister is true then I guess she did. 

We all stay quiet for a bit, contemplating what she's just told us. Apart from being witness to such atrocities, it seems like a pretty good plan. Only thing is, we have no control over the connection and we don't know how much time we have.... Before that connection is broken... Permanently. 

That thought alone sends a striking pain straight through my chest. The thought that my mate, Andrea, would be gone. Lost to some psychopath with a scalpel and a temper problem. It's a maddening thought. One that leaves me shaking in both anger and agony. 

I couldn't control the growl that left me. 

I wasn't paying attention until I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. Hunter, my friend, my alpha. 

"We better be quick about it, with your connection to Andrea." He says looking at Dakota, but leaving his hand on my shoulder.

He might have not found his mate yet but it's a bond he sympathizes with. He's been looking for his mate ever since he turned 16 and there is nothing more he wants than to experience the mate bond.