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 beta watched on calmly, his brown eyes never leaving me as he spoke. He himself was still in his wolf form, but I could see the wisdom and stiffness in his eyes and body. He had made his decision too.
