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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A young, newly shifted male however, decided to challenge my position. He stumbled up to me, looking both confident and fearful. His lips pulled back from his canines as he growled loudly at me.
I snarled, lifting my tail over my back. I urged him in my head to back off, to submit and realize his mistake. My wolf would tear him apart if he didn't.
