Author's pov…
Matilda stared affectionately at a picture she was holding. She caressed the frame and smiled painfully,
“I miss you and I hope you're doing fine wherever you are.” She muttered and hugged the frame to herself.
The person in the frame turns out to be her mate who died a few years back and she hasn't been able to move on since then because of how much she loved him.
Her mate got killed with a silver sword by a human, he went on an errand for alpha Sebastian and in the process came across a group of werewolf hunters.
He tried his possible best to save himself but he couldn't overpower five humans who had silver weapons in their possession.
Since then, she has this intent hatred for humans and gets rid of anyone she finds around her.
Matilda was still busy reminiscing
