Recalling all that now as she looked through the floor-to-ceiling window of her bedroom at the dawn sky, where pale gold bled softly into blush pink as the first light of morning crept over the horizon, she realized she had been so naïve and utterly foolish to think she would get a happily ever after after she had destroyed the life of someone else, after every crime she had committed for herself and for Evan.
Whenever Evan got insulted by any member of their pack, Viola would take matters into her own hands. Being a woman without morals at all and knowing no mercy, she would pay notorious, strong men in their pack to attack and break their wolves so that shifting would become painful for them, all for daring to insult her man.
She had been so unhealthily possessive over Evan that thinking about it now scared her deeply, just how far she had once been willing to go for him.
