Sixteen

Calla’s POV

I woke up feeling well-rested for the first time in what felt like ages. My body was sore from the torture I had endured at the hands of Lucian the previous day, but the peacefulness of my sleep had erased most of the pain. I took my time getting out of bed and stretched my limbs, enjoying the feeling of my muscles relaxing.

I took a good look at my body, most of the wounds had healed up leaving behind dark purple scars. At least being a werewolf is that wounds healed quickly. But the wounds made to my heart and mind remained fresh.

I slowly got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, turning on the shower to let the warm water wash over my body.

As I walked into the bathroom, I turned on the hot water and watched as the steam began to rise from the showerhead. I undressed and stepped into the warm, cascading water, letting it wash over me.

As the water cascaded down my skin, I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of relief. It felt like all the tension and pain from the