She was brutal. She wanted blood. She was a monster.
A monster that I created.
This story is not about the rejected mate winning her true love back.
This is about the rejected mate on the hunt for his blood - even if it grows deadly.
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He dropped the hand, his ears lay flat on his head. The female wolf turned to face my second, her lips curled back. She was warning him not to get involved or risk death.
What did it matter? There was death surrounding us as we all stood here. Wolves ripped another's throat out. Pained whines. Angry snarls.
My beta crunched his body before lunging towards the she wolf.
