BRIDE OF WRATH
I grew out my nails into claws, light gold fur sprouting out from my arms.
In an instant, I had more than enough strength, more than enough speed, and certainly enough rage to utterly destroy anything that dared threaten my family.
Being a member of this family, being a Wrath, meant you always had to be prepared.
Many wolves coveted the title of the strongest pack in the territory. They'd never stop trying to claim it.
And now… now that we had a family, they had something more to come after.
Before, it had been just me.
Now, there were two little lives sleeping upstairs, innocently unaware of the dangers lurking outside our walls. And that knowledge burned through me with a fierceness I hadn
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