It was what seemed like hours before I heard the door unlock. I saw all five council men enter the room. By the time they arrived, Raven had healed my current wounds and ready for more. We took a healthy dose of some medicine the doctor said will help me heal faster but I was getting antsy not knowing what was exactly about to come. They all lined up and took their seats directly in front of me. Mason came up to me and took my gag out of my mouth and went back to his seat. I tried to moisten my mouth as best as could to get the fabric taste out.Grant signaled everyone to be quiet and he pressed a tape recorder and started recording us.“This is Grant with the four other council members here to question Nina McCoy on the fraud and money laundering of her pack.”“Old pack!” I interrupted“Silence! You will only speak when spoke to!” Turner said slapping his hand on the table“As I said” Grant kept goin

The next morning, I woke up to Mary entering my cell again but this time she was supporting a black eye.“WHAT HAPPENED!” I yelled. I went to sit up and my whole body protested. Everything was stiff and cracked as I moved.“They came in last night and I was cleaning the room to make sure there was not finger prints or blood marks. Mason saw me and said I took to long to do my duties and hit me. It’s okay though, I have had much worse. This will heal in no time!” Mary said matter-factly.“You act like it is no big deal for you to get hit?” I said sadly.“This is my reality. That’s why I helped you. I knew what was going to happen but if you can bring a stop to this, I will do whatever I can to help!” She stated firmly. Mary sat breakfast down and sat down herself waiting for me to eat. It was the same stuff as before.“I am going to eat a nice juicy hamburger when I get out of here!&r

As the doctor left the room, Wyatt walked over to the couch and lifted up a bag and brought it to me. “I packed this for you. I knew you would wake up eventually so I came prepared.” He said like it wasn’t a big deal. “Oh, thank you!” I grabbed the bag and unzipped it. Bumping out the context of the bag revealed a pair of black shorts and a baggy t-shirt. The shorts were mine, they stopped about an inch below my ass but the shirt was his. I held it up to him with a questioning expression. Wyatt looked down and shrugged his shoulders. “I saw the injuries you have, I figured a baggy shirt was good so it didn’t rub against any of them. You have a decent cut under your breast so a bra was out of the question.” Using my index finger, I motioned for him to come closer. He obeyed and I grabbed his shirt and planted a soft kiss on his lips. After about a minute, he pulled away. “This will be a long week for me to keep my hands off you. Go get dressed.

“Love, I know you want to get up and just be normal again but you need to heal if you are going to defeat them. And before you jump down my throat, no, I did not know about the time frame and attack. That was news to me. I haven’t exactly been working in the office lately. Reed has been doing all the heavy lifting so I could stay with you. Actually, other than the warriors, no one really knows what is happening. They know something is brewing though…” Wyatt trailed off. He had moved to the bed and was trying to comfort me. I appreciated it though but I am not sure how I could stay in bed all day. I feel so guilty and weak. Failing is not an option though. That much, I am sure. Kelly is right though, I need to be at 100 % or as close as I can get to it for this fight. “I think I need to make the video before my cuts heal too much. I want to show everyone what happened to me. With that, and my message, that should be enough encouragement.” I said thinking out loud “Tha

“I would like to start off by thanking each and every one of you for your continued support as we navigate through this together. I would also like to take this time to update everyone on what I have been doing/going through. Per the council’s request to question me, I handed myself over to show that I was willing to work with them to come to a civilized understanding. However, that is not what happened. I was questioned for hours and if they did not like my answers, I was rewarded with punches, kicks, slaps and many other ways to get me to bend to their will. There will be pictures popping up to show you my injuries I sustained. I was in a coma and just recently woke up. Almost every bone was broken as some point but I stand here before you to show you what kind of men they are. It has recently been brought to my attention that one of the council men is actually responsible for the trafficking and destruction of our smaller packs. We do have evidence and it will be presente