45: Waves of Shame

SCARLETT

Like a whirlwind, the memories of the night before spun into a violent ball and slammed into me as soon as I woke up.

I didn’t even get a single breather before I felt an indescribable wave of shame enveloping me from head to toe. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to fight off the scenes replaying in my head, most especially the ones where I’d been begging and crying for more like an unhinged, desperate whore.

I looked down at my ripped nightdress and the scars scattered across my body, and I ended up tumbling from the bed frantically.

What horrible insatiable beast had I become!?

My heart was suddenly beating like crazy and drums were going off in my head. I’d never seen shame turn into panic, but I was currently experiencing it and it felt like hell.

As though I wasn’t in enough of a shit hole, my wolf started to frantically pull at my insides and throw me deeper into the spiral than I thought possible. I knew that my wolf’s erratic behavior could be calmed by a run, but my