Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. __________________________________________ It was odd, seeing them tremble. Their necks long, bowed in submission. She could smell their tears, hear them dripping from their cheeks, the crisp leaves of autumn resting on the forest floor catching them in their brittle fingers. Their sobs, hiccups, echoing in the silent area, just beyond the perimeter of the Giant Sequoia; whispers of pleading for life, bubbling off trembling, desperate, lips. Her stomach rolled; disgust grew in a pit in her abdomen. Fury built like a storm in her stomach, a growl building in her throat she couldn't contain- she didn't want to contain. She couldn't help but spit at their feet, feeling her nails grow on shaking hands. She would enjoy their deaths, she would feed on their carcasses. This was going to be a massacre. She would be re-born, in blood. Highest rating: 75-werewolf 5/20/20 #1-strong female character 6/7/2020 #1- torture 6/15/2020 #3- insane 8/31/2020 #2- alpha female 1/26/2020

Arabella Pines is the sweetest person anybody will ever meet. She is selfless and is all ways thinking about others. She is not only rich in kindness, but in beauty. And just like other she-wolves in her pack, Arabella cannot wait to meet her mate. She has wished upon every star, and has prayed to the Moon Goddess to grant her only wish. What she doesn't know is that her wish would come true, and it will be a brutal sight. Xander Black, the Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack. He feeds off fear, loves to kill, and is a cold hearted beast. He has never wished for a mate, for him they are a sign of weakness. He has stopped loving a long time ago. Xander plans to take over his neighboring pack that night, the Snow Moon Pack. But what he doesn't know is that a special someone is waiting their for him. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Please," I beg, "Just please let me go." A thunderous growl ripples in his throat. He ignores me and drags me deeper into the woods the opposite to his campsite. A faze of confusion passes over me as he drags me the other way. I know there is no use struggling but I continue to do it anyways. His muscular hand still holds a tight grip on me, as if I effect him in no way whatsoever. Suddenly he stops walking and I am harshly shoved against a tree. Pain shoots up my spine and a whimper escapes my lips. Tears roll down my face, and I realize that their is no use in begging. There is no escape. The monster holding me up harshly against the tree is not just any man, this monster is my mate.