His Death Wasn't Enough

Sophia’s POV

Three months later

No one was coming for me. How much of an idiot we had been to believe that Derek actually wanted us to be his mate, that he loved us? My soul had broken that night. My heart was empty. We were empty. Bria was trying her best to hold on, but they have silver on me. They cut her off from me, but I can feel she is there trying to fight for us so we can get out.

I wanted to die every day. The torture Cyrus and Angus had put me through was nothing compared to what these filthy animals had done to me for weeks. My body was covered in scars some of the wounds were still fresh. The Lycans would slice my skin, giving me hundreds of paper cuts over my entire body so that I would scream in pain for hours. Once I was just about to black out, they raped me. Everyone one of them having their way with me. The more I fought them, the rougher and longer it would be. They beat me near death every day. That was when I gave up. They had broken me beyond repair. There was n