13: Return to Sender

The smell hit my nostrils before I saw what everyone was standing around staring at. It was a familiar scent that made my blood boil and my teeth clench involuntarily. Logically, I knew that this pitiful wretch was no threat to me in any way that mattered, but there was a history and memories I’d never fully escape. Choking back my hatred, Dmitri and I walked away from the dirt road we’d arrived on towards the small gathering by the perimeter fence.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and everyone standing around had the same expression on their faces. She was stripped down to her expensive lacey underwear, bound and gagged in the exact same way I had been when I’d first been brought to the pack house. Her hair had also been died a bright red color and curled into tight ringlets. Dmitri tried to move in my way, but it was too late, I’d already seen her. I looked to Nathan for an explanation.

“The first patrol found her like this just before sunrise,”