Ella’s POV
I walked inside with this woman who I could tell was in pain. Her arms had fingerprint bruises, her throat had them as well. She had a cut above her eye, and it was swelling, and she was holding her arm. I am sure there were other injuries that I couldn’t see either.
“What is your name?”
“Jasmine.”
“Jasmine, we are here to help you. Your friend out there called for us to help you. Is your mate doing this to you?”
“It’s my fault.”
“Jasmine, this is never your fault. No one should ever put your hands on you for any reason. I’ve been where you’re at and if it wasn’t for a couple of those guys out there, I wouldn’t be where I am today. One happens to be my mate, and another happens to be my brother. My first mate was not a good person and he hurt me also, but they saved
