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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My pack acted on instinct. They attacked, going for those who threatened them and their alpha. Their jaws open, tongues ready to taste the sharp tinge of their enemy's blood.
The she-wolf kept her stance atop me, trying to get a grip around the thick fur that made my neck protected. I fought back, weakly, not knowing whether to let her kill me or to fight back.
