Chapter 35: In the Dead of Night

I stayed curled against the wall until the cramps in my legs were too much. Slowly, I stretched my legs out, my knees cracking and aching.

With a sigh, I pulled myself up and went to my private bathroom. For once, I was grateful that I was kept isolated from the rest of the pack. I started running a bath of warm water, wincing as I bent over the water knobs.

There was some leftover bubble bath sitting on the edge of the tub and I dumped the whole bottle into the water, a foamy, bubbly surface frothing on the top of the steaming water.

I stripped off my torn dress. Not that I had liked it much in the first place, but now it was completely ruined. I dropped it in the trash and stood before the full-length mirror, examining my injuries.

The biggest bruises were on my thighs, where Caleb had tried to pull my legs apart. I had a few scratches on my arms from the struggle. Fortunately, they’d heal quickly, especially with a warm bath.