I let her charge at me, shifting only just as she rammed into me. Her jaws searched for my throat, her paws digging into my soft underbelly.If I let her kill me, maybe she'll leave my pack alone. If I allow her to get her vengeance, she'll need not to kill my family.
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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.