Anastasia:
I knew I had healed the scars. My wolf has come back, slowly but surely. Back to her normal chatty and horny self.
But I could not heal those nightmares. Those nightmares that kept me up for hours on end, shivering on the bed as I prayed for forgiveness, begged her over and over again to let me go.
It always started with her voice. Shrill and thin in the night as she laughed out loud, asking me if I knew just how badly she hated my step father.
That owl mask followed next. And in my nightmares, it would eat up the whole of her face including her eyes, leaving her with two hollow gaps in each sockets.
I had managed to beat the scars ...but the nightmares lingered.
This morning felt different. From the air down to how unnaturally good my hair looked.
I smiled in content, wo
