Hate Her

Still Louise's POV

Describing my feelings for Loriann is difficult at the moment. A hatred burns within me so intensely that it could consume me at any moment. The images from a few days ago, from the moment I regained consciousness, replay in front of me. Some stinking, grinning rogues bent over me, saliva dripping from their mouths as they stared at me with big, covetous eyes. They had removed the arrows from my body and applied herbal medicine to my wounds, which they clean up twice a day.

But it was their words that struck me to my soul.

They made me out to be anything dirty and promised to feast on my body before the Alpha returned from a mission. Then they would kill me and bury me somewhere near the border of Eclipse Howl, close to my pack. And the second day, when the wounds were fully healed thanks to my wolf, they did not let a moment pass. The humiliation and pain I felt from the torture is indescribable.