Demonwerewolf Stories

Evangeline, she's a werewolf/angel hybrid. Daemon, he's a werewolf/devil hybrid. What was the Moon Goddess thinking? Evangeline looked up at Daemon, eyes wide. "But what about their family?" She asked, her soft angelic voice shook with emotion. Daemon looked at her, his dark eyes seemingly darker with barely leashed emotion. He had to protect her at all costs, no matter what. "Their lives were forfeit to me and my wolf the moment they thought of such treason. They do not matter compared to you, if I were to lose you..." He paused, trying to reign his wolf in. The thought of losing her was unbearable in itself. He continued, his voice gravely with unbridled emotion. "If I lost you, Evangeline, they would die anyways. It's the only form of justice my wolf and I would deem right." This bit of information caused her to gasp, her lip to quiver at such a thought. "Life without you is not an option for me my little angel. You are my life."