"The only thing to stop the bond from getting stronger is doing significant damage to it.”

“What kind of damage?”

“I think you know exactly what kind of damage Keenan, the worst and most unimaginable things you can think of? Do it. If the damage is bad enough, it could even kill the bond. The more you starve and neglect this bond, the more it will wither and hopefully... die. But you can’t half-ass it, Keenan, you have to be committed.”

And I WOULD be.
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I once wrote a story, a brutal story

About a human girl who was destined for the alpha beast

Only he could not find her worthy

So he threw her to his wolves to feast

He'd taken everything from her

Her laugh, her love, her peace

He didn't know

That the bond was not meant for release

Your mate is a most treasured gift from the moon

and like an arrogant child

From the goddess's fury, he thought he was immune

He'd have to see her

As she rose from the ground

And finally, she grasped, that to him she was not bound

She had choices

A chance to claim the life that was stolen

Now by his hand

She could no longer be broken

All while she finds solace in the arms of his enemy, once his friend

He'd live life longing for her

Yearning for the future that could've been

But the moon's wrath he should've heeded

For with this karma

He realized he was never needed

    (This story may not be suitable for all ages)

Tame a Monster

We all stand in formation, deep in the woods, about two miles away from Angeline’s home. 


Some of us are already in wolf form, their coats painted all over with mud, leaves, bark, and bush to help blend in with the forest. You would have to be looking for them to even spot them with how still they’re being. 


About 12 others remain in human form, all hiding up in the trees, Ten carry tranquilizers, and only two are armed with real guns. The bear traps and snares are intricately placed, their whereabouts known to all of us. We even swallowed the pill that disguises your scent. 


Back up plan after backup set in motion. 


We’re catching him today, that’s irrefutable. 


“You want me to do what?” Angeline asks, confused. For now she’s standing with us, inthe middle of our elaborate set up. 


Chapter Forty Three