Grace found Gabriella huddled, fully clothed, in a shower of cold water the next morning. With her head buried in her knees, her entire body convulsed from both the icy spray as well as nightmares that were stuck on replay. The dungeon. The beatings. The faces of the Alpha, Elijah, and the other man named Ezra. The witch with electrifying hands that felt like she was melting her brain. The Alpha biting her neck and the excruciating pain remembered. The continued probing of where the lupi mortem was located.
When she screamed herself awake from the third nightmare, she knew she didn’t want to go back to sleep.
After Grace had turned off the water, it took a lot of coaxing to actually get Gabriella to stand, to leave the shower, to leave the bathroom. For the most part, sh
