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The Collar
Aneela In a second hot desperate hatred blinded her vision and Aneela could not think of anything else but the image of herself surging toward Ambrose, claws out, and ruining that perfect face of his. She wanted to scream and scratch and bite until there was no flesh left on his bones, and then drag whatever was left of him to the sun to burn it into ashes, that old magic binding the vampires to the light of day working at its finest. Her body trembled with her rage, her fingers clawing uselessly as no wolf came to her. Somehow the vampires had taken her essence from her, their own spells working against her like it was even possible for vampire magic to even exist. Despite her weakness, despite the fact she barely stood on her legs, Aneela lunged forward, ready to make the hateful b*a
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