Forty-Eight

Kaylee's P.O.V.

It wasn't as uncomfortable as I imagined it to be, having Hudson hang out with me for the rest of the day. We actually got along really well and had a lot in common. I could see why he was friends with Parker.

He maintained a respectful distance, staying seated in the desk chair, while I sat on the bed as we watched television. It seemed a bit extreme to me, but he even refused to let me go grab food. He said that he either needed to grab it for me himself, or he needed Parker to grab it on the way home so they could make sure no one had tampered with it.

I laughed it off, but the thought that someone could try to drug me to hand me over to the other pack or poison me to kill me made me angry. After everything that I had gone through, I was surprised that I felt so angry. I thought I would feel paranoid, but I didn't. I was so sick and tired of being pushed around and hurt.

I had finally been freed, and I was going to fight tooth and nail to keep it that way.

"Huds