Hannah’s POV
Every ounce of my body was screaming; I wanted to cry. I thought back to the previous night when that stranger’s disgusting hands were all over me. The way he smelled lingered in my nose for the rest of the night. The ghost of his fingers pressed against me stained my skin.
I took a long shower after Sebastian had saved me; regardless of how hard I scrubbed, I never felt clean enough. I felt damaged and gross all over.
Sebastian looked so angry as he tore through that man’s skin. The rancid scent of that man’s blood and guts soaking into the floorboards remained in the living quarters.
A small knock sounded on the door, and I lifted my head off the pillow to see who it was. Caroline stood at the door, and she stared at me with concern lingering in her eyes.
“Alpha
