Chapter 63

EMMA

This was my first time visiting these cells. I was nervous but also curious to see them. The cells in every pack provided an important tool that protected the pack because it allowed for a safe location to house dangerous threats.

The cells at Blacktree were dirty and disgusting, filled with mice and mold. From the beginning of his reign of terror, Ezekiel would throw me in them for days or weeks on end. He did not let me out even to go to the bathroom. It was incredibly degrading. But it never broke me. Many nightmares sprang from my time in those cells. The things they would do still haunted me from time to time. Hopefully one day it would no longer haunt me.

I knew why I put up with everything that I did, but it was beginning to feel inconceivable that I used to be that girl. The punching bag, the slave, and the one who took beating after beating for a pack that did not care about her.

What stopped me from hurting them back was how much the pack had meant to Papa. It was hi