Chapter 11 I Will Not Be Your Toy

• Marcus POV
• I sat alone in my room, the silence echoing in my mind. Every breath I took seemed heavy with doubt, each beat of my heart thumping against the weight of my thoughts. Did I make the right choice? Sending Zyra back to her pack, a pack that abuses and mistreats her?
• Memories of Zyra's hurt and pain haunted me, flickering like a broken reel of film. She had stumbled into my life, battered and broken, seeking refuge from a world that had dealt her nothing but cruelty. In that moment, I couldn't bear to see her suffer any longer. I opened my doors and let her in, allowing her to find solace under my roof for just one night. But one night turned into days, and days turned into weeks.