BRIDE OF WRATH
If anything, its anger seemed to intensify, its growl rising higher.
"Oh, dear. It has the madness," my mother whispered. "Get away from here, Zephyr. I will deal with it."
The madness was when wolves were afflicted with a bloodlust so great, they lashed out at anyone or anything, including their own kind.
This one was an omega, cast out from its pack. A lot of things could've driven it mad. The anger, the loneliness… the feeling of abandonment
"I shall not leave you to this beast, Mother," I replied stubbornly.
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