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The pack watched on as I myself bent to bow to one lower than I. He regarded me, then huffed, accepting my gratitude.
I stood on all fours once more, getting to a tall stance and eyeing them, sending them a silent message.
You've done well. But do not mistake me for weak.
But I was weak.
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She Wolf
WerewolfShe 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.
