== Enna’s POV ==

Simon ended up carrying me upstairs to his bedroom. A few curious pack member looked at me, and murmured stuff, but I couldn’t be bothered to listen. My arms were wrapped around his neck and I couldn’t let go. He was my buoy in the rough waters of my memories. I only let go when he put me on the bed, but only because he promised not to leave my side. He didn’t.

He laid down next to me wrapping my body in his warmth and comfort until I felt safe and calm enough to pull away from him slightly. His eyes were searching my face for any traces left of my previous breakdown, but the tears had washed everything away.

“Are you feeling better?” he murmured to me, as if he didn’t want to scare me. I nodded and pulled him closer to hug him and peck his lips. “Thank you” I murmured back. He smiled softly before raising a hand to push some of my hair’s crazy strands out of my face. “You scared me, you know” he whispered, “but I’m happy you feel better now.”

“I’m sorry” I answered. Both of us were keeping it down, I have no idea why, maybe because we were in our own little bubble, maybe because he felt like I needed more time in softness, maybe because he didn’t want others to hear. I don’t know, but it kept on going.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he murmured again. My heart leapt and then crashed. I was happy he wanted to know about it, that he wanted to take some time to share it with me and listen to me, but at the same time, I didn’t want to talk about it, to remember it.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to…” he kept going when I was silent. “No” I interrupted him, “I’ll explain…”

It took me a few seconds to find my words, replaying the images of him coming inside the house and then, I scrunched up my nose. “When you entered the house, it smelled like something….I mean, someone…from there” I explained.

“Another inmates?” he asked quietly, slowly rubbing my back to ease my tense muscles.

“No…..he wasn’t an inmates. He’s the one who….he came one day, I think he was the chief or something because everyone else was submissive to him. He came in my cell, he chose me…but the guard said….he said I couldn’t have children. It made him mad, he grabbed me….I was so scared and it hurt so bad…he dragged me by the hair to the back chamber….”

Tears were falling down my eyes again and Simon just pulled me for a hug, repeating “it’s ok now, you are safe here, you don’t need to worry”. I could see that his eyes were almost flashing with a thunder of anger but he kept it cool on the surface, intently listening to my sobs.

“He beat me so hard that day…and the day after…and after that. I don’t know how long it took until he felt better, I don’t know how long at all. But he would beat me and then drag me to the lab, to get my spit. He just….he left me with…marks.”

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== Simon’s POV ==

She was shaking and crying in my arms again. My wolf was angry at the world right now. If that person stepped in at the moment, I would have torn his limbs off and then his head. I would have him suffer until hell could claim his worthless soul. I kept it underneath my skin, I needed to ease her pain first. My heart was aching with hers as she told me her story.

“He beat me so hard that day…and the day after…and after that. I don’t know how long it took until he felt better, I don’t know how long at all. But her would beat me and then drag me to the lab, to get my spit. He just….he left me with…marks.”

This peaked up my interest. “Marks? Like the ones on your neck?” I asked. It wasn’t a morbid curiosity, it was like learning every piece of her. Every hurt, every scar, was a part of her, and I needed to take her in like a drug. She nodded and pulled back, now sitting on her knees. Then she turned around and lifted her shirt off until she was left sitting in her jeans and her bra.

I could see the wide scar on her neck she told me about but underneath it laid a war zone. Her back was covered with scars. Some small, some big, doing in different connection, like a network of webs. I sat up, but it wasn’t anger running through my veins anymore, it was pain and compassion. If only I had found her before that, if only I had known she was there. My mate wouldn’t be marked by a monster. Unconsciously, I rose my hand to touch her back. She slightly jumped at my first touch, then shrank back but I couldn’t stop myself. I traced them with my fingers, getting closer to her until she was seated between my legs. I ran my hands from her back, to her waist, to her stomach, wrapping her tightly and pulling her against my chest.

I kissed her shoulder and then her neck. “I love you” I whispered to her feeling her shiver against me.

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