Mate with the Dragon Tattoo

The skies were dark and smokey, every ounce of the sun gone behind mountains of darkness. There was no grass but hard, black gravel crunched beneath her shoes. The only air that greeted her was hot air which rose from the volcano that the prison was situated over. A prison made specifically to hold her and her alone.

She felt the anger rise in her, bringing her wolf to the surface. Her eyes grew red as her claws extended. That fucker held her captive in the very prison she had witness her parents die in and her only brother ripped to shreds before her eyes! She was raging mad now. She was going to kill his mate and then watch him slowly burn to dead by her own hands!