Callista.

The guard escorts me to the bathroom. I think about making a run for it, fleeing the cells, fleeing the pack even.

But that would be the stupidest thing to do. I didn't even have my wolf form yet. I will have no hopes of outrunning Farris' men pursuing me.

There is a plain shower and a bar of soap. The water stings at the scratches on my skin, and I lather the fragrance-less soap into my hair, washing away the grime. At least the water is hot.

By the Goddess, I am angry. Hurt too, ...