[COMPLETED] Being rewritten.
Humanity was not a term to be used loosely. Once lost, it is believed to never be attainable again.
Vieri knew this all too well. She had first hand experience at feeling yourself slip away until you didn't much care what was left of the person you used to be. Nor for it to be replaced with darkness thick enough to welcome all your demons home.
For centuries she wished for someone to care enough to end the torture. Years upon years of hoping that there is someone out there for her that would calm the storm raging in her soul.
Disillusionment always followed where naivety had previously tread. Without the other half of her soul, her fated, she never stood a chance. Blood lust fueled her every waking moment and the bodies of her growing hunger were noticeably piling up.
There was only one man that could save her from herself, but was he going to be too late?
If ever there was an Alpha that felt out of place in his own damn skin, it was Rainier Delmont. His glamour of confidence was strong and the pack of Nightshade might have been fooled by his dominance, but the Alpha, the man himself, knew better.
Forced into the role of leader at an early age, he never felt more alone. He wanted to find his mate as much and he needed to take his next breath. The thought of knowing that somewhere out there in a world governed by discord his one true mate awaited him, was all that kept him going.
He always expected that she would return his uninhibited affections, but what if that's not exactly the case?