52: DIE

MIRANDA'S POV

It had been twenty-four hours since I received my whipping. My back was still sore. I was lying on my belly in a hospital bed, and even though I was still in pain, my mind couldn't stop thinking about Luna Peaches. Was she OK? Were her wounds healing properly? I still couldn't believe how heartless and ruthless Alpha Nolan was. I promised myself I was going to get revenge, not just for me, Nigel, and Taurus, but also for Luna Peaches. I wish someone would come and take her from this hell she was in. No woman should endure these treatments. Peaches deserved better. This pack deserved better.

I growled and Taurus shuffled inside my head. “Good, you're awake. I was afraid you wouldn't wake for now.”

“Taurus, are you OK?” I asked. I tried to move, but I was too weak.

“Hey, don't worry about me. I'm fine,” he said. “Just try not to hackle yourself. I can help with your healing now that you're awake.”

I could feel his guilt. Somehow, he blamed himself. “You know thi