Caught

Inside my room, I peeled off the sweat-soaked shirt, wincing as the fabric stuck to fresh bruises. Every movement hurt, but the pain grounded me. I needed it, it reminded me that I wasn’t weak anymore. That I was closer to the vengeance I had sworn on the night my pack betrayed me.

But before I could process my thoughts, the door swung open.

He didn’t knock; he didn’t even hesitate. He simply filled the doorway. He was tall, dark, an had an aura of command emanating from him. His presence was enough to pull every bit of oxygen from the air.

I stiffened, my heart hammering. “What do...