Many young she-wolves have dreamed of meeting their mate, the one who would sweep them off their feet, at least that was what they were told.

Sapphire Nightborne once dreamed of the same thing until she met hers, a true monster.

Instead of marks of love, he left whip marks , words of love were replaced with those of hate. 

"Congratulations Damien, you finally broke me."

Join her as she struggles to be the master of her own fate.

Smoke and Mirrors

<p>I sat on top of a hill as I watched my men scour through the dense forest that hid the Blackwater Pack from Man. The flora acted as their second barrier besides the Black Lake that gave their pack its name as its waters were rumoured to be poisonous and killed any descendent of Man who tried to cross it. It was even rumoured that the Blackwater Pack themselves poisoned its waters in an act of desperation when they were under attack by Hunters.</p>

<p>My patience grew thin with each meaningless report I received, and it took all of my restraint to not snap the neck of each messenger that came. My thirst for that wolf’s blood was the only thing that reminded myself that I needed all the men available and that I was in no position to just keep killing them.</p>

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