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Once arriving at the warehouse Dorian didn't need Clay's nose to confirm it, he knew it! Saoirse was there, he could feel it.
Before the sleek car had even stopped Dorian burst out of the door and charged toward the building. 
It was no coincidence she had been taken, it was no coincidence she was still alive. He didn't need a lycans nose to smell a trap but Dorian didn't care. 

The clutching pain and rage in his heavy chest had already started to suck the colour from the edge of his irises. There would be literal hell to pay for this. He spotted her limp body fall to the floor, his heart sank as he found new reserves of energy to run harder and faster.
Seconds later Dorian came to a skidding halt at her side on his knees, tearing up his pants in the process.

"Saoirse, Saoirse" Dorian desperately pleaded as he looked over her wounds and cupped her face searching for recognition.
Dorians eyes were filled with a deep horror and fear. 

"You need to remove that silver bar." 
Clayton's deep gruff voice came from behind Dorian as he approached the scene. 
"She might bleed out!" Dorian replied frantically.
"She can't heal with it in there!"
Clay calmly responded with confident words cutting his younger brother short.

Dorian hesitated as he fussed over Saoirse, kissing her forehead and holding her hand, whispering assurances into her ear. 
Clay stepped over the two of them and in one motion clasped the silver rod and pulled it clean from her body, sending it clanking across the floor. The sound ringing throughout the room.

"[b]What the fuck![/b]" Dorian yells at his brother as he desperately tries to clasp down on the wound and stop the blood flow. Clay offers him the borrowed tattered shirt which Dorian tears into two and scrunched up on each side of the hole, tying it in place with his own shirt off his back.
His tie covered another deep scratch while his jacket was wrapped around her for warmth. 

Dorian gently lifts her, cradling her tight as he begins walking back to the car.