CHAPTER 23
WHAT HE REMEMBERED
THIRD POV
Morning came before Betty was ready for it.
She had barely slept. Every time she drifted off, she found herself back in that cellar, with the smell of blood and damp earth filling her lungs, and every time she woke, her hands were curled against her chest as though she were trying to hold on to something that wasn't there anymore.
Eventually, she gave up on sleep.
By the time the first light slipped through the curtains, she had washed her face, changed her clothes, and stood in front of the small mirror, studying her reflection. The bruises from the other night had almost disappeared, as they always did with a werewolf's healing, leaving only a faint soreness whenever she moved too quickly. Nothing that mattered.
Eva stirred somewhere inside
