ScreamOrSing
"Do you believe in soul mates, little lamb?" his face held a grin as he spoke, wolfish even in human skin. Past his lips were pointed teeth. His red brown hair was a mess.
"I did once" she spoke despite everything in her screaming not to. She couldn't give him the advantage.
"you should little lamb you're mine"
she let out a low growl, a feral kind that hurt her human throat. "A soul mate wouldn't torture their other half" she shook in anger. In her mind she knew she needed to calm down. His grin told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
"Torture? You've been set free little lamb"
Then her bones were breaking, realigning , creating the monster that lunged for his throat.
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She's found in the forest beaten, broken, mad. She's sick with an illness the doctors have ever seen. Her rambles of wolves and soul mates are enough to make a heart break. She is his.
He has lost her. He searches for her, a painful experience provoking only anger and hopelessness. He is hers.
Will he find her?
Or will she die of heartbreak first