She 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.
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"No words?" she sneered, curling her lips back in disgust. "You're pathetic. I'll enjoy ripping your throat out."
She shifted, a flightless bird suddenly finding its wings and taking off. The skin ripped from her, replaced by cold grey fur. The wolf, a she wolf, charged at me, ready to kill.
