The Dark Side Of The Moon

Getting a mate didn't mean you got to live happily ever after. I learned that lesson from firsthand experience and I wouldn't change it for the world. It was that experience that taught me that I didn't need a mate or a pack to be happy.

What if I got another chance at it though? Did I throw it all away because I didn't need it?

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"Holly hell," I yipped before scrambling back like a crab toward the water. A vise took hold of my ankle, pulling me back toward it. I flipped in an effort to get away, but was unable to find anything solid to hold onto as my fingers pulled up nothing but dirt and slime. It latched onto my bicep and pulled me into its massive embrace. Hot breath spilled over my face as I gasped in pain from my injuries. My head was ripped back by my hair and my neck thrust forward. This was it, this was how I died. From sheer stupidity and from some monster I couldn't even see.

Its face dropped closer, and it took a deep breath of my scent. In my mind, I could see its long pointy teeth getting ready to rip into my flesh. "Mate," he growled out