Lost and Found

Fresh Start

Adrian POV

I needed to run. I could hardly contain my rage when she told me what had happened to her. How could she blame herself. How could she not see that the man she called father was a despicable low life bastard. How could he call himself her father while doing what he did. I held myself together for her. But as soon as she was asleep I was out the door and running. I wanted to destroy every man who had ever hurt her. I wanted to crush their bones between my teeth. I wanted to watch the life drain from their eyes. But that wasn’t what was important right now. Right now, I had a beautiful mate, waiting for me, and I needed to blow off this steam so I could go back and be the partner she needed right now. I ran as fast and as hard as I could, and then once I could think clearly, I made my way back to her side.

Katrina POV

The past few days have been a shock to my system. I’ve regained most of my strength, and my voice. I’m still timid, but I could speak without coughing. Adrian had introduced me to a few of his close friends. I had met his beta, James. Tall and goofy. I immediately felt safe around him. And his Mate, Tyra. She was fiesty, and full of energy. She intimidated me, but I could tell she meant well. I also met his little sister Jessica. She was so excited to meet me, and assured me that she would keep her brother in line should I ever need the help. That had made me giggle a bit, something she took great pride in.

I had also become acquainted with Doctor Laura, an older woman with a dark shaggy bob, whose legs dangled off of her stool when she sat putting notes in her computer. She was so kind to me. She treated me like a normal person, and she didn’t look at me with pity in her eyes. I really appreciated that.

It was really hard adjusting to the positive attitudes of everyone around me. I wasn’t used to praise. Every time someone said something nice, I was expecting a jab to follow. But so far everyone had been genuine.

And then there was Adrian. He had meant it when he said he would take care of me. He had me set up in a room next to his. Every morning he came in to check on me. We ate breakfast together. Took walks, and generally just spent time getting used to each other. He didn’t pry to hard for more details about my past and I appreciated it. I was already having such a shock to my system. I couldn’t handle going more in-depth with my life before I came here.

For the most part, I was adjusting as well as one could expect. There was still one glaring issue that had yet to rear its head. The voice.