I Walked Away
We'll get a taste of what it's like with the Alpha King's lady.
I bit down hard, the old despair of being surrounded by werewolves closing in on me again.
My body trembled, but my hand was firm on the silver dagger.
Through the haze, I watched the werewolf who once walked toward me then walk away with Sierra, fading until he was gone.
A single bloody tear fell.
At 18, I gave him my all, thinking it was for life.
However, the hands that once shielded me were the very ones that cast me into the abyss.