Abby was sitting on a rock, her gaze lost on the ground. Samael had entered the town to find some shelter, while she had to wait for him in the forest for safety. Just as the alpha had told them, neither of them knew that town, and they weren't sure what they might find.
A small butterfly landed on her hand, catching her attention. She observed it for minutes with a smile on her face. However, that smile disappeared when she noticed a mark on the upper part of her arm. It seemed that Michael had held her too tightly. She carefully examined her arms, searching for more bruises, and noticed several marks on her skin, all of them on her arms. Bruises were not new to her, nor were they rare on her skin. She had been marked in that way for years. At home, it was enough for her to say a wrong w
