Amara's pov
I think I might have to change my villain origin story and to be honest, I liked this one better, it sounded more original and in my head, it looked like a story that can break Hollywood.
This time it won't be a man not texting me back.
It will be because I was almost raped by my so-called fiancé, attacked by him, forcefully marked, and then him bailing out and leaving me in a burning cottage to save himself screaming that he couldn't carry me because I would slow him down.
But it was so easy for him to fling me on the bed and almost ruin me.
I crawled out of the bedroom and down the stairs passing through the pain of my skin coming in contact with heated floors.
Everywhere was smoky and I had to squint even with wolf vision to see through the haze.
I couldn't feel mysel
