Stephanie's Perspective:
Brock had the indoor auditorium opened up that we often used for pack basketball games on rainy days. The auditorium was now filled with cots, blankets, pillows, tables of food, changes of clothing. Counselors and medical staff were also on hand to check out the once kidn*pped women.
Brock had already let the pack know to return to their homes, and if anyone wanted to help volunteer with the rescued women in the gym, it would be much appreciated.
From my vantage point in the corner, my heart raced—a frantic caged creature desperate to escape. The gym, which usually resonated with the pounding cadence of basketballs and the sharp screech of sneakers, now served as a hallowed haven. Women with terror-tainted eyes dotted the cots, their grips on borrowed blanket
