Ryders POV
Blood, sweat, grime and dirt flowed down into the drain as my body stayed under the showers, the warmth of it gradually wading. I’ve let out the tears and can no longer feel the pain from the bruises for the one in my heart seems to cut deeper than the ones inflicted on my body.
I want my family back, I want to hold my daughter once more, I want to feel their hands around mine and not just grasping into memory.
My body feels weak and dejected, my wolf pacing around inside me mourning for the loss of his other half.
What are we going to do??
I stay under the showers, my body beginning to feel wrinkly and sharp, hairs standing on end at the contrasting coldness of the water to the warmth that was originally there before.
Pack expense had always been a thing that cost us lo
