Hayes

sunlight I hadn't seen in five years stabbe

in brought a weak, trem

ooming by the roadside, the butterflies dancing in the air. The world was so beau

kly pulled back, afraid it was just another illusion. Finally

finall

ll. I was released a month early because the warden praised my relentless hard labor in the prison sweatshop. It was more

as my

e leaving. Isabelle was stil

s I had earned from five years of bleeding fingers at the sewing ma

y didn't recognize me at first, but noticing my filt

de my oversized, faded t-shirt, fee

ite, my heart pounded with anxiety. I gr

dergone multiple skin grafts; though healed, the scars from the fire were still vi

was so dry, and having barely spoken for five years, my vo

ognized my face, her expression mor

me. "You ruined my daughter! Ho

ad so low it almost touched the floor. "I'm... I'm sorr

a spoiled Alpha's daughter who didn't care about anyone's feelin

sket and, with a scream of rage,

ive you! You should suffer everything my daughter suffered! Why are you

old tile floor. A wave of dizz

sion. When I blinked, I saw red. Blood. The sharp wire from the

members to the door. I lay there on the floor like

girl who would be comfor

to wipe the blood from my eyes and

polished, expensive leather shoes

freezing scent of

catching in my th