ris_wandi

In just one night, my life changed a hundred and eighty degrees. My happiness fades with sadness.

That terrible night, I lost my loved ones; Mama, Papa, Pack House.

But before I realized I was alone, Papa introduced me to a man. Someone Papa meant would take care of me. However, there he also left me.

Grow up in solitude. I wouldn't want to know the name of love, mate. Because I am a rogue wolf.

Fated To The Rogue Alpha

"So this one, I crafted the handle with a G10 scale, molding the glass fibers to perfectly fit my fingers, so I'm the only person who can use it, otherwise the balance is off," Damon explains hurriedly as he stumbles over his words. "The core of the blade is made of D2 steel but I married it with a titanium alloy frame to give it the black color."

I watch his with bewilderment as he hands me the knife before moving onto the next one, my mouth opening and closing as I try to keep up while trying to decipher if I heard him right. Had Damon truly made this himself?

"This one, this one I think you would like." Damon chuckles as he pulls out one of the dagger-looking ones which had a red handle. "It's pointy at the end because I gave it a double-ended spear point which was a fucking bitch and a half to get right, almost lost my finger trying to get it right. I'm not sure why I chose a red handle but now I wish I coated the handle in red as well."

LADY WOULD PROTECT DAMON