Lights, Camera, Action.

Taylor's point of view

My guards allowed me to shower in this tiny bathroom. At least I had hot water and soap and a pair of sweats and a t shirt. I showered quickly and dried off, pulling the clothes laid out for me. They put a cot in my cell while I was in the shower. Once I was done they feed me a sandwich and a bottle of water. Then back in the cell I go. With nothing left to do I turned my back to then and allowed my mind to worry. I thought of my pup. Talia. She was about to be five in a couple months. The images of our small pack fill my mind. Her outside in the yard playing with bubble in her little blue polka dot dress. Her chocolate brown curls bouncing with every step. Blake, my mate, coming up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and whispering, "She has a free spirit like her mother." chuckling in my ear, earning him a smile. Meeting his eyes and watching him mouth, "I love you." and then doing the same back he places a kiss on my cheek as we turn to watch Talia