For eleven years I did whatever it took to stay alive, even if other people paid the price.
Escape routes kept closing, and every time I believed I was safe, the universe stacked the odds against me again.
Four men find me on a warehouse floor, bleeding from wounds an alpha left behind, yet I am not convinced I am free.
In this dark hockey omegaverse, not every injury can be mended.
I may remain broken long after the blood dries.
