Chapter 37 Nightmare

• POV: Echo
• The scent of cedar and vanilla makes me gag as he slaps me hard enough across the face that I black out. I turned to him and his Luna kicking me and furiously screaming at me about Beta John having to strip his own linen because I was too lazy to.
• Blinking away the tears, I am now pinned to the wall, Alpha Brady kissing my neck. I squeeze my eyes shut, and suddenly I’m 15, curled into a tiny ball on the floor, whimpering in pain as he cuts a tally mark deep into my skin.