The monster inside me wakes up when the world sleeps, thirsting for darkness and depravity. I feed it with the stories of your death.
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"Shift, Arah."
Arabella had misjudged the b*tch. She was a b*tch, of course, but she wasn't as dumb as she had thought.
This was something Arabella should have thought about before she came here. She had planned a lot for five damn months. She had taken care of every detail, every story, but she had missed one very important detail. When you were a wolf, there would be occasions you had to shift.
And Kia did look different with the brand on her forehead, and her glowing eyes, but Vincent would know she was Kia. Even when he couldn't feel the mate bond fully, he knew how Kia looked.
"Let's go outside," Arabella whispered. She knew she was just
