_ Came Home to Hell

I swallowed hard and looked down at my hands, tracing the worn-out stains of dried blood on my fingers that probably got smeared on it while running from that damn butcher. 

 "I'll figure it out," I mumbled, though, my chest was tightening as I thought about how impossible that sounded.

To my surprise, Axel hummed thoughtfully, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. "Well, I might have a solution for you."

I blinked and jutted my head up. "What?"

He shot me a smirk. "Unless you find a mate or a husband who shares the same dream as you—someone who wants to travel, leave the pack, and live in the human world—then maybe my brother could grant your husband that wish. Otherwise, your chances of getting out of here are zero."

Once again, a woman's fate needed to be tied to a man.