Crispin was no fairytale hero. He was a creature from the dark, a demon that would either destroy me or save me. My life rests in the hands of a monster and my love in the hands of a man but which one will save me.
Crispin was no fairytale hero. He was a creature from the dark, a demon that would either destroy me or save me. My life rests in the hands of a monster and my love in the hands of a man but which one will save me.
My name is Angel, but I don't feel like one.
It is impossible for me to be one.
As a matter of fact I am the daughter of a demon.
Maybe I am a demon myself.
I know for sure that the wolf inside of me...