Marcia
Marcia heard the slight growl coming from her right and knew it had more to do with the newcomer's lack of clothing than his behavior. While she knew that she should avert her eyes she found herself unable to. Brian stood at the side of the bed dressed in hospital scrub pants and nothing else. His chest bore the marks of torture and pain, just like her body did. The sight made Marcia visibly withdraw into herself, remembering her past pain. No one should have to live through pain like that. Their presence, plus the time spent together with Brian in wolf form, made Marcia feel connected to the man.
Before he could speak she reached for the marks, ignoring the warning sounds coming from behind her. “Who did this to you?”, as her hand gets close to the first scar she is pulled back i
