Dominic

[Poor girl. Look at her, she is terrified,] my wolf tutted.

I stared at her as she stood there in front of me, shaking.

The firelight caught the edge of her shoulder, pale and trembling, covered in marks and bruises.

I had seen those marks before. Old ones, new ones and I had turned away. Just like I turned away from everything that happened in this cursed house.

But I was tired of being weak.

Her back was a map of violence. Faded welts. Fresh ...