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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And then she was off of me in a heartbeat, instead replaced by a dark wolf, a hand in it's jaws.
My beta stalked towards us, a hand in his tightly clenched jaws, eyes on the new rouge queen. Saliva mixed with blood poured from his jaws as he stared with angry eyes.
