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drifted everywhere as we escorted her up to our condo. She took in every detail. I sensed her unease grow as she walked into our home. She didn’t touch anything. She stood, huddled near the door. Somehow, her wounds looked worse in the light of the apartment. Bruises appeared darker in the dimmer light. Her swelling looked more gruesome. She seemed smaller, weaker in the oversized apartment.
    I shoved my hands in my pockets, forcing myself not to touch her. Ironically, it was my rage aimed at her father that helped me maintain complete control over my wolf. There was no way he could overpower me in this state. My fury fueled my power.
    “Make yourself at home, Sophie,” my dad said, giving her an encouraging smile.
    “Our house is your house.” I smiled, wishing I could console her somehow.
    “I’ve called our pack physician. He’s on his way. He’ll make sure you heal well, and don’t suffer any more than you have to.” My dad shifted apprehensively beside me. I could tell the situation upset him more than he was letting on. As an alpha though, you had to school your features. You always had to appear ready and in control, even if you weren’t.
    Chapter 21
    Sophie
    “I text my mom. She’s real nice, Sophie. She’s bringing you a change of clothes.” Kris offered the best smile he could muster.
    A nervous chuckle escaped me. He seemed awkward. He wanted to reassure me; they all did. They were falling over themselves to help me, Sophie Carter, the weak little wolf who couldn’t even help herself. It was ironic. It was amusing and sad at once.
    Seeing the confused expressions on their faces, I sobered. “Sorry. I guess I’m just, um, a little…overwhelmed.” My gaze traveled over all three men, a theory forming as I assessed them. “I’m not going to run if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
    “We know. We’re sorry if we gave you that impression.” Ever the alpha, Dom’s dad crossed his arms behind his back, nodded his head once and stepped away towards an office set up in the corner of the living room. Two oversize d Mac computers were setup on an L-shaped desk that hid his work and offered him a bit of privacy.
    The condo was a minimalist’s paradise. High-end electronics and appliances dotted the space. Sleek blac k leather sofas complimented the dark color of the woods. The floor-to-ceiling windows were uncovered but tinted, allowing light to pour into the space only to an extent.
    No pictures hung on the wall s; there were no personal artifacts that I noticed aside from a few sculptures, but those could have come with the furniture package. There was no touch of femininity.
    And that’s when it dawned on me. Dom didn’t have a mother either.
    I caught his gaze. “How old were you?”
    His eyes glittered with appreciation. He couldn’t hide the sadness in their depths though. He couldn’t hide from me. The same way I couldn’t hide from him. Nature had made sure of it. “Not now, sweetie.” Hesitantly, he lifted his hand and pushed my hair away from my face. A frown tugged his features down. “Do you want something to drink? Maybe something to eat?”
    A knock sounded on the door, saving me from having to decline.
    “It’s Kris’ mom,” Dom’s dad stated from behind his desk. He really did have the building monitored.
    Kris opened the door. “Hey, mom.”
    Her scent wafted through the air. I halted, my head turning towards the woman immediately. She was human. He had a human mother.
    A plus sized woman with flowing blonde hair, soft cheeks and a bright smile entered the condo.
    Instinctively, I shifted further into the condo and away from the crowd. Dom moved with me.
    I clutched tighter to my forearm, wincing as pain s hot upwards.
    I knew the moment she saw me; and I knew from her reaction just how bad I must have looked.
    “Oh my!” she gasped. Out the corner of my eye I saw her hand fly to cover her mouth ; her eyes bugged out even as her brows collapsed inwards in