Chapter 23

It took Max and his men about twenty minutes to reach us.  I used that time to help Megan find something to wear since her nightgown had been torn from her body and to tend to her wound on her head as best as I could.  She said that the damage was done while the werewolf carried her out of the window. She hit her head on the frame and ripped open her stitches.  Although a terrible thing, it was better than having her tell me that they’d beat her on top of the rape.

She surprised me when she told me that she was aware of the beastly side of a vampire.  She admitted, though, that she’d never seen it.  Nor did she expect I ever would.  Her heartfelt apologies brought tears to my eyes.

I felt like a baby crying about what happened to me when she’d been kidnapped, repeatedly raped, and was now on her way to werewolfism.  Yet, she was keeping her composure.  When I asked her how she was able to hold it together so wel