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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When I was certain he had realized his mistake in a weak attempt to challenge me, I turned away and stalked towards my home. My chosen mate followed, her pawsteps silent behind me.
