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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"I love you, too," I told her gently, reaching my hand from the tub and crossing my wet thumb across her cheek. The wolf inside purred at the touch. He loved her very much too.
