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

A smile graced my face as it felt the warmth of the Sun. My ears tingled as the sound of birds and various woodland creatures filled the lush forest around me. I closed my eyes as I ran my fingers across the soft green herbs covering the forest floor, trying my best to ignore the loud complains raging behind me.

/"Rose, the entire village is in the town square celebrating and being well…happy while we are here trudging through mud in long dresses digging up plants!/"

/"I told you, Jessamine, I see no joy in the celebrating the deaths of thousands of people. What is there to celebrate about war? Whether you win or lose, there will always be death. Besides, these plants help put food on the table./"

/"Well… I am sorry that I’d rather celebrate the deaths of the people who tried to kill us than mourn the deaths of my friends./"

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