**Amelia's POV**
As soon as the words 'Demon Wolf' left Roman's mouth, I felt like my who world was turned upside down. My dad had told me bedtime stories of the demon wolf and how they were ruthless, and never showed mercy to anyone. Not even women and children. Roman tried to reach for me, but I couldn't let him touch me. Even though he is my mate, and the boy I grew up with, I don't see any of that right now. I can hear the story my dad told me echoing through my head.
Long ago, before the Moon Goddess created mates, before packs were formed, and families were made, there was a species of rare wolves that were created by evil and hate. Demon Wolves. These wolves knew no love, no mercy or kindness. However, the evil could only be unleashed if they taste innocent blood. Blood is a drug
