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She had left, completely broken, and I had returned to the one I loved.
Months would pass before I saw her. But when I did, I realized my mistake. I had broken her, broken her past repair.
A girl, the girl meant to be mine and vice versa, was now nobodies. She wanted blood, my blood to be exact.
She wouldn't be leaving without every drop in a jar. She wanted me to suffer, for those months of pain she took to get over me.
I saw her, standing with the rogues.
She would kill me.
Only if I didn't kill her first.
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She Wolf
WerewolfShe was brutal. She wanted blood. She was a monster. A monster that I created. This story is not about the rejected mate winning her true love back. This is about the rejected mate on the hunt for his blood - even if it grows deadly.
