Wolf, only wolf.
We are nothing, gone, gone gone.
Need her, miss her. Where is she? Gone. Need her.
Sage, Sage, Sage.
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Saw her, seen her, she is mine, mine, mine.
Beautiful, mine, imprint, love.
We found you, we found you, you are--
You are--
Not mate.
Not. Mate.
Where. . .?
Red and black and shadows, but not Sage.
Where is Sage?
Predator, the wolf snarls and chases the red-eyed monster through the forest. They pounce, animalistic and angry, and the vampire falls, crying.
Her eyes are red. Her hair brown. The wolf growls in her screaming face.
"Please," she cries. "Please, don't. I don't mean any harm, I swear!"
But that's what she said and she is gone and there is nothing but wolf left carved out in the husk of Sam Uley, so the wolf bites on the newborn's neck and tears her head off her shoulders.
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𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. sam uley
Fanfiction❝𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙮'𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠?❞ ❦ [sam uley] [pos...
