Chapter 66: Stuck Between A Rock…

Tara’s POV

It was chains, for me.

I tried to slow my breathing, tried to stop the flashbacks from coming back, tried to focus on anything but the heavy weight of the silver chains on my wrists. Tim, my human foster father, hadn’t used silver chains, just normal ones, but I hadn’t been a werewolf then.

I tried to suppress every single image and smell and sound of when he used to get so drunk, become so angry that he thought the only justifiable thing to do in that situation to deal with his emotions was to chain me up in the basement.

But it was like trying not to think about food when you were nauseous. It was like trying to remember how to breathe automatically when someone mentions breathing. It was impossible.