How to be fixed,
Or how to be saved?
Broken and need to be pieced,
Or lost and need to be found?
He won the battle,
Now to fight the war.
A war not of fists and guns,
But a war of old selves and new.
A war of thoughts and words.
Of love and hate.
To win means passion and life.
To lose means destruction and death.
He was cracked and broken,
Lost in the darkness of his soul.
Blinded by power until
Blinded by the light of love.
It had found him in the dark
But, carrying shattered shards of the soul
Is like carrying water with bare hands.
Before he could be saved...
He needed to be fixed.
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Copyright © 2017 Anneka Rose
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WerewolfSEQUEL TO 'MATES WITH THE DEVIL'. After swearing to change his ways and become the Blood Alpha the world needs, Xavier starts to create a better world for his mate and their child. He is determined to prove he can be the Alpha the world has needed f...
