Randall's POV

La Crosse Pack House

I looked at the broken girl standing at the doorway and my heart just fell. Every dream, every good experience had been taken from her and she had suffered for years, three of them not knowing what happened to her own son.

"Please, sit and eat," I said softly. I was glad I'd spent so much time in my division, I'd learned from the best how to work with people who had come out of the harshest situations. "None of us will hurt you."

She nervously came into the room, taking a place across the table from me. I let her take some food...