Chapter 22: A Walk Down The Gallows

FAYE

The makeup covered my slightly swollen eyes well. And the lipstick had evened out the line of my lips, where it had split.

It was always one horror or another; I thought miserably as they fussed at me, trying to fit my dress. He'd had me beaten to a pulp, had watched it languidly, like you'd watch an unimpressive performance. He had felt nothing except distaste and scorn at my weakness.

I forced the nausea down. I had no choice in the proceedings except for the choice of dress to wear, but I would try to carry it through with dignity.

They had humiliated me countless and so frequently that I clung to what remained of my pathetic dignity like a shield.

A day to wake up, and the next I was supposed to walk down the aisle with the man I had loved and now grown to despise. But just the thought of seeing him made my heart ache.

If I could just get my wolf up. If I could become a real werewolf like everyone else, have my strength and abilities, then maybe I'd stand a chance with him