The desired Mate

Life didn't just give you lemons, they ditched them at you until you were bloodied. Not only did I feel the sting of betrayal from my best friends and lover, finding out I'm mated to dick but now I'm being hunted by a unseen dark force that is hell bent on terrorising me till the brink of insanity.
It's like Rose Kennedy said
" It has been said that time heals all wounds. I don't agree. The wounds remain. Time - the mind, protecting its sanity - covers them with some scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone".
So how am I going to protect my sanity? How will I deal with all this constant stream of bullshit. Will I build up scar tissue or will he rip open my scars until there's nothing left of me. You can't fight what you can't see... can you?
Will Jackson god damn Whittemore be my light? Will my pack protect me?