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 groaned as my eyelids fluttered open and my vision cleared. I tried to move but only winced as my skin burned the moment I stretched my hands. I looked at the shackles of silver that bound me, swearing to the heavens when I looked down to see my legs. Of the two things it had to be wolfsbane I was invulnerable to, it just had to be the rare plant instead of the ridiculously easy to obtain metal. I was strung up with my legs and arms bound to a wooden frame, I snorted to clear my nose as they were once again assaulted by the metallic scent of blood, this time both new and old.</p>

Chapter6