Book 7: Kara

Slowly, I make my way through the basement and up to the main level of the house. The smell of food from the kitchen makes my mouth water, but I feel disgusting and could use a shower. Looking down at my body, I see that my dress is ripped in spots, and my skin is covered in dirt and dried up blood. I didn’t need my wolf’s sense of smell to know I smelled hideous. Hurrying up to the second floor, I find the third door on the left and open it quickly, slamming the door behind me. When I turn around, I breathe a sigh of relief. Even though I despise Chase, I’m thankful for the change of scenery. The room has an earthy feel to it with its soft yellow walls and wooden beams. The windows have long, sheer curtains over them to allow the natural light to filter in. I walk over to the windows and peer out, gasping at the view. The moon is high in the sky, casting a shimmering glow across the vineyards. It’s breathtaking and serene, but the beauty of it doesn’t last long. I know where I’m at, and there’s nothing peaceful about it. I’m in a prison and surrounded by people who hate me.