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>My knees hit the ground as I doubled over in pain, tears started to well up on their own accord, it felt as though someone put a lit torch on my wound. Through my slightly blurred vision I saw Karmen waving a short thin dagger in front of my face, it gleamed brightly against the light and was tinted with purple streaks… oh joy… silver and wolfsbane. The addition of wolfsbane did not phase me but what did, the thing that made me feel as if my heart was in my throat, was the missing point off the weapon that had looked like it had been snapped off.</p>

<p>My knees buckled as I tried to stand, the fire in my side only intensifying with each movement I made. I tried again only to be met with a kick to the ribs that caused me to fall on my side again like a puppet that had its strings cut off.</p>

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