Mai's P.O.V.
My name is Mai Blackwood, and if there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I'm not your hero. No, I'm the one you cross the street to avoid, the one whose name parents whisper to their children as a warning. I don't care. I've always been this way. A force of chaos, a walking contradiction of beauty and menace.
The pack wasn't just wary of me—they feared me. I'd bullied so many people that their faces blurred together in my memory. I didn't care. Weakness disgusted me, and I made sure everyone knew it.
"Do you even remember what you did to Liam Rivers?" Ollie asked me one night, his voice heavy with frustration.
"No," I had answered honestly.
Ollie looked at me like he couldn't decide whether to be angry or heartbroken. "He had to leave because of you, Mai. Do you even care?"
I didn't answer. Back then, I hadn't cared. But today, something was different, and I hated it.
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