Though he longed to shift, he stayed silent, watching as the women crawled through the door before getting onto shaky feet.
The first one to pass him reeked to high heaven. Her hair was matted in clumps, her face was streaked with dirt. Mars didn’t even want to know what stained her legs and feet, but it didn’t take much to figure out what. She was almost unrecognizable. Her humanity had been robbed from her as her life had been traded like she was a piece of chattel, but he saw her inner shame at her state in her eyes and wanted to weep for her.
The sight of her filled him with misery. He’d helped perpetuate this f*****g business and though he’d intended to break free from Martinez’s clutches then back the hell away, grateful to simply be cut off from the cartel, he knew that wasn’t an
