Violet’s POV
The cheering still echoed in my ears long after it should’ve faded.
They had sung.
For him.
For the monster.
I couldn’t believe the pack members, grown men and women, had taken time out of their lives to compose such a beautiful song for someone like Merrin.
The melody still danced around the courtyard, soft and haunting. It should’ve been sung for a hero… not for him.
Yes, he was devilishly handsome, tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair, a jaw sharp enough to wound, the kind of man who looked like he could command storms. The scar slashing across his eye only made him look more dangerous… more perfect.
Every woman’s dream.
Once, he had been mine too.
Back in school, before I learned what kind of darkness lived behind those beautiful, bottomless eyes.
Now, watching hi
