I was sick of feeling sorry for myself. Always the same. Or it had been since I had arrived here. Ever since that first night it seemed to have become a regualr occurence. Hunter had broken me down. And I had allowed it far too easily. I needed to change it. Ash seems to give me a surge of power. Confidence.
So, I ease myself from my bed, the words of my wolf echoing through my mind. Having cried all the tears I could, I knew she was right. We should run. Make a life for ourselves away from here. I knew home would never be an option. But, would being a rogue be worse than the life I have here? Hunter only seems to be getting worse. Running could work.
It was time for me to put myself first. Nobody else was going to. My family have shown that. And as for my husband, he has made it perfe
