Faith's Pov
The silence of the room was heavy, broken only by the sound of my own shallow breathing. I was still hidden away, tucked into the far corner of the upstairs bedroom, leaning against the window frame like the glass was the only thing holding me upright.
Outside, the world looked normal. Marco was running around the backyard of the packhouse, chasing a ball with a couple of the younger pups. His laughter, faint but clear, was the only thing keeping the terror from consuming me completely.
I watched him, every muscle in my body tense. Let them talk about me. Let them disrespect me, look down on me, or whisper about what a terrible woman I was or am. I could handle being the target. I was used to it. But the second someone came for my son, the second a real threat got close to
