Warning. This chapter contains mention of s****l assault and may prove triggering to some. Please don't read it if it may trigger you.
Sadie POV
I allowed Chelsea to tug me away, glancing forlornly over my shoulder at the large black wolf one last time, my footsteps reluctantly pressing forward as she tugged on my arm for all she was worth. Chelsea and I had an unsteady truce of sorts. I knew my father was abusing her, for she wore caked-on makeup every day, that served to hide the bruises and the marks that would otherwise show on her face, not to mention the long-sleeved tops and dresses that hid the ones on her body. Ever since that night, father whipped me for my so-called disobedience I've been on my best behavior, but it hasn't stopped him from punishing me further. Now that I'm o
