Bella
In the morning, the brothers left me to go to training, with a vague promise that they were going to start taking me with them. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I’ve never been allowed to train, I’ve never been allowed to defend myself from my aggressors, and I’ve definitely never been encouraged to be the aggressor. I wasn’t sure which intimidated me more, the actual training, or the prospect of being out in front of the whole pack.
I ducked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. With the bandages off my back, I could finally fully bathe myself. I was still awed by the luxury of a clean, hot shower, and the bottles of shampoos and soaps that I was free to use. I loved the way my hair felt now that it was clean and soft and regularly brushed free of tangles and knot
