Vivi's POV:
In the bathroom, I turned the showerhead on full blast.
The scalding water lashed against my bruise-covered, scratch-riddled body, and every drop that struck a broken patch of skin sent a fresh sting through me. I stood in front of the wide vanity, glaring resentfully at the mirror. The she-wolf staring back at me had a swollen cheek, dark bruises still clinging to the corner of one eye, and looked like some hideous demon that had just clawed its way out of hell.
I hadn't slept a wink. The moment I closed my eyes, the stench of urine in the precinct holding cell, the sledgehammer fists of the Alpha inmate, and the memory of my mother and me clinging to each other while we were beaten across the floor came flooding back like a nightmare I couldn't shake, and my whole body tre
