Eleanor

My mouth brimmed with the metallic taste of blood as I spit the excess off to the side.

Looking up at him through hooded eyes, a smirk adorned my face.

"You think I'm scared of death?" I questioned mockingly.

Exposing my neck to him I looked straight into his eyes just to prove how fucking crazy I truly was.

My neck displayed submission but my eyes challenged him.

"Go on then."

His eyebrows furrowed as confusion displayed upon his face.

"Kill me."

(may not be an average werewolf story)