Mia POV
-
Mia’s bed had never looked so good, and yet she couldn’t fall into it just yet. She was filthy and didn’t want to sully the sheets. With a grumble, she turned her longing gaze away and forced herself into the en-suite. No matter how tired she was, she would force herself to take a shower, then that bed would be all hers to sink into. Under the bright light of the bathroom, the mirror showed her truths that made her grimace. Mud and blood decorated her body in a combined effort to leave no part of her free from their touch. She could understand why she had been given so many strange looks on the way home, even with Meghan at her side, glaring at those who looked too long.
It had taken a full hour after the pack doctor discharged her, to convince Meghan to let her leave the
