Erin’s POV
As I lay crying like a wounded animal in Florence’s arms, I’m not sure if my tears are those of pain, anger and relief, or of utter relief and awe that my new friend came to rescue me, and that she is safe and unharmed.
Honestly, the sight of that naked man standing in the doorway had utterly freaked me out. I thought one abuser had replaced another, and the sight of his p***s had brought back the painful memories of Black’s p***s.
Florence’s arms are wrapped tightly around me, as her hands rub gentle circles across my back. “Shhhh, it’s okay. You’re safe now,” she repeats in a whisper over and over again.
“I want … t … to go h .. home,” I manage to say in between my sobs.
“Home isn’t safe. We’re going to be staying at Alpha Stefan’s pack for a while,” she tells me.
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