*Wren*

Amaya was tied to the bed. I heard her screams and tried to prepare myself for the worst possible scenario but the reality of it all was still difficult to face.

“Get your fucking hands off my mate,” I boomed from the doorway. Hightower, the weak ass bitch, jumped up from the bed.

He smiled at me and cocked his head to the side like a rat, “The bitch is mine.”

Yeah, no. No one would speak of Amaya ...