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Sophia's POV
I lay Tala in my bed and cover her. I was tense and stressed. How could I take care of a child when I can barely take care of myself? I needed to scream or break something or I'm going to lose it. I run out of my room and into the cold night. It was nearing winter, or maybe it was. I've lost track of days lately. Everything from my pasta is coming to bite me into in my ass. I run into the woods that was probably not safe considering the number of rouge attacks but I can hold my own. I run to the area sectioned off for high ranks and shift back to skin. I don't bother to find any clothes considering I couldn't sense anyone here.

I find a tree to use it as a punching bag. I take in a deep breath and let out a large scream. Tears run down my face and I sink down and support myself on the tree. My life is falling apart right in front of my eyes. I felt week and helpless like I did when I was first kidnapped. I let out a shaky breath and run my hands through my hair and put my head in my hands. I yell out a string of curse words and get up and swing my fist at the the tree. The impact of the swing cause wood chips to fly around. I keep swinging switching from left to right.

Blood running down my arms and splinters in my fingers I still kept at it. My wolf was almost falling of the edge from controlling me. I let out a cry of agony and swung as hard as I could at the tree. I never felt the impact. I didn't feel the splinters digging deeper into my skin. I didn't get the satisfaction of putting my pain in the hole of the tree. Instead I was but in a hold where my arms were held against me in a cross.

"What the hell Sophia," I heard a familiar voice say. The sparks tingled through my arms that made me want to submit and apologize.

I thrashed under his hold and kicked him but he still held onto me.

"Let me go," I scream at him. I screamed so much and struggled and thrashed then I gave up. What's life worth living if I'm going to die. I barely got out of that torture chamber alive. I almost died on the way out. I wen limp in his arms and sobbed.

"I don't want to go back," I sob to him. "I ca-can't go back there." He sinks to the ground with me and holds me as I cry. I put my head on his chest and broke down right in front of him. The walls I spent building up since I escaped were crumbling down and I was struggling to hold them up. My wolf wanted more from Titus. She needed his touch. His scent calmed me down enough from me to stop crying.

"You won't go back there I'll make sure of it," he promises kissing my forehead. I wanted his lips on mine my wolf wanted more of him his smell intoxicating us.

"I don't think I would have made it through that day if you didn't find me. Terry rejecting me broke me," I whisper to him. I could feel him hold a growl from the back of his throat when I said his name. "And now Tala is here and I have to take care of her. I just turned 18 Titus how can I take care of a child."

"You have a little sister right?" He asks. I nod, confused ok where he was taking this conversation. "Tell me about her."

I think of all the memories I could possibly tell him of Laura.

"She is a troublemaker especially when she's tired. When mom and dad would take James our for training, I would have to watch her. One time she climbed so high in out pantry to get cookies she couldn't get down so I had to help her," I tell him smiling to myself.

"Aren't you basically a mother to Laura? So why not do the same with Tala?" He questions me. I thought about it for a second.

"I knew that Laura is my sister that my mom will be there later. I don't even know if her mom is still out there. Rouges are dangerous and will stop at nothing to kill," I say. He lets out a sigh.

"You'll be a perfect mother don't stress,"  he says kissing my neck. I let out a moan and regretted it. His wolf growled in satisfaction. He moved up to my lips and I couldn't help myself. The bond ignited between us as the sparks danced around us. My hands moved up to his hair and he moved back down to my neck where he sucked on the spot where my mark would be.

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