I am Mallory!

When the winter started to set in and the first snowflakes danced down from the skies, Clark came to visit me. I couldn’t even smell his presence anymore, but the tiny familiar sparks that spread out on my arm as he touched me through the gates of my cage pulled me back into the real world. My dark and cold world.

He had a slight smile, and his eyes almost looked sad. Deep down, a small part of me hoped he was here to get me. To save me, to tell me all this was a mistake! He was forced, tricked, and threatened into this. That this was to save me. For the first time in over a month, I felt my wolf stir; no matter what he did to us, the mate bond was still intact. He never rejected us.

There he was, still so beautiful, the face I’d loved for so many years. The man I loved, my mate, my other half. So close. I didn’t even dare to move, so afraid that he would be gone if I blinked. That this was just one of those dreams and hallucinations, I’ve had before. They gave me so many different drugs that I think I’ve hallucinated about all there is to hallucinate about.

But Clark was here; he could not despair again.

First, when he reached his hand out, gently cupping my dirty, hollow cheeks gasped. He was real; this was real. My mate never left me; he would save me! He would take all those bad things and memories away!

Hope filled my heart as he opened my cage, and since I had no strength in my feet to stand, he carried me bridal style, up the stairs, out of that dreaded cellar. I closed my eyes, rested my head against his chest, and for the first time in a very long time; it felt like I could breathe.

Tears would have streamed down my face if I had enough fluids in my body. All kinds of feelings crashed down inside me. Hate, love, relief, sorrow, pain, disappointment, and I began to feel how broken I was. I mourned what was taken from me. Eventually, it became too much, and I passed out.

I really thought I woke up in heaven; everything seemed white around me, I had to be lying on a bed, so soft, and I felt warm and content. Then I heard the beeping sound around me, and when my eyes finally got used to the bright light, I understood. I woke up in a hospital bed. He did save me; my mate came for me! But why did I wake up alone?

A curtain was closed all around my bed, and before I tried to sit up, I heard voices. On instinct, I froze, didn’t even breathe, and just listened. I was not daring to move a single muscle.

Their voices were low, but I had no problem hearing them, and it felt like I began to fall, and I kept falling. Why! What did I do to deserve this!?

The torture and humiliation took another four months to bring me to the endless darkness. My final destination, the answer to my prays. When death devoured me, I was given a choice—a second chance. First, I could come back as myself, look the same, and smell the same. Basically, the old me, but I won’t remember anything from that day. And second, I would become a new woman, I could keep my name if I wished to, but I would look different. I would get a new wolf. My smell would change, and I would sound different. Nobody would know me, but I would remember everything. The betrayal, the horrible things those rogues did to me.

The sound of their voices, smell, the awful feeling of their sweety dirty bodies crashing into mine. How they bite me over my mate mark. My arms, inner thighs, breasts, and how they laughed. Their groans and grunts. Everything would haunt me forever.

I chose the second one.

Now I’m a tall, dark beauty. My eyes are hazel brown, and my hair is almost black. I’m no longer naïve. No more will I be a fool. Never would anyone keep me in the dark.

I’m Mallory, and I remember everything.