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There. Agony. Rattler hisses. Saliva streaks her broken lower lip.There's a knife in her belly. A woman's broken neck lolls before her.Alphas, Rattler thinks.They're all the same.Can't trust 'em.Long hair hangs down in her eyes. Rattler Bratovich sucks in a breath.That motherfucker. Some visitor. Some up-city cunt alpha who thought she could take whatever she wanted just cause vampires were always demanding. Thought it was her right. Just cause Rattler was a lady, an omega lady. Sure, Rattler should have accepted it. Sure.But she wasn't going to. Not anymore.Rattler's hands tremble as she pulls her pants up. Doesn't look down. There's blood on the snow-camo. From the blade. The struggle. There's warmth inside of her. From --"Fuck you." Rattler hisses. She pushes the staked bitch into the river. The sun'll take her.It will.Rattler doesn't look down. She fixes her belt. Latches it tight. Too tight. Doesn't matter, let it dig into her flesh.Then she turns and begins the trek back home, picking up her torn shirt as she goes.