Serena was in a world of pain as she lay there, surrounded by darkness. She feared opening her eyes, feared what would happen if she opened her eyes. She would just be hurt again, she was sure of it and she was growing tired of it. First, her husband Jonathon with his constant beatings, and then her mate abandoning her to be tortured at his pack. When would it end? In fact, she found herself praying for it to end. What was the point of living like this? To be in constant agony? To feel like you had to walk on tiptoes to prevent yourself from upsetting someone? To walk on eggshells in case the person you were with was in a bad mood and likely to take it out on you? Where did it end?
She dimly became aware of a beeping noise but kept her eyes firmly closed. It was an annoying high-pitched s
