Conner POV
Conner stood on the fifth floor hallway and heard Eliza remind her mother of what spousal abuse looked like. They had seen it first hand. Lost her aunt to it, killed by her husband, he now understood her reaction to his father’s anger, wouldn’t bow down to a bully and be a victim.
It was too late for his father, he thought, she’d seen his temper, been bruised by him and then he and his wolf had roared at her. She was never going to believe he wasn’t a monster, or at least not anytime soon. Also accounted for her threats to call the police, she actually did fear for her safety. Likely also feared for her mother.
It was not going to help that she’d not been allowed to leave. In her eyes it was likely everything she was seeing had been soured by that one tragedy with her aunt.
