Her Miracle Mate novel Chapter 1

Everything that happens once cannot happen twice. But if by chance it happens twice, it will surely happen a third time.

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The moon looked down upon the tragic sight of the pack that was, just a while ago, an example of what the perfect pack should be. A small circle of well-knit pack members, all strong enough to defend themselves, yet soft enough to understand all human emotions. Pride, kindness, love, and now, loss.

The perfect balance of man and beast.

A woman frantically ran across the pack, checking every clearing where they gathered the bodies of the dead. She couldn't feel the bond anymore, but she couldn't accept it either.

She saw the Gamma and ran towards him. He would know.

As he turned to see her, his already solemn face turned even darker, as he looked at her with sadness.

"Rosa, go be with the other women and children. Please," he said looking at anywhere but her.

"No! Where is he! Where is my Bryn!" she could feel the tears in her eyes but she wouldn't let them flow.

"Please Rosa, you have to go," he said, pleading.

That's when she caught the scent, marred by the scent of blood. She turned to look behind him, only to see the body of her mate being brought in by two younger warriors.

A scream resounded across the clearing, engulfing the forest around them. She ran towards him, holding his face in her shaking hands, crying terribly. Nobody came to stop her, for they know better than to stop a wolf from mourning for their soulmate.

She pressed a soft kiss to his lips and then to his forehead. She stopped her tears forcefully, for she was told as a child that the sadness of the mourners becomes the sadness of the dead.

Slowly, she pulled herself away from him, and ran into the forest, letting out her wolf.

She ran through the trees, howling and making the moon a witness to her loss.

Her howls were replied to by the faintest of cries. A cry of a baby.

The wolf relinquished her body to Rosabelle, and she carefully listened to hear the cry again. It wasn't far, but it was muffled.

Soon, she found a child wrapped up in silk and covered in the dirt as it cried, perhaps hurt. It was a baby girl. She carefully took the infant in her arms, only for her to immediately stop crying.

The child looked up at her savior to be met with a soft and teary smile.

Rosabelle held her closer to her chest and sobbed as hundreds of emotions ran through her mind.

The child had pink skin, a small tuft of black hair on her tiny head, and the most beautiful eyes Rosabelle had ever seen.

As she carried the child back to her pack, she whispered to her, touching her cheek with care.

"I will keep you safe, Raynhildur."

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Twenty-one years later

Yes, I can be a very melodramatic person.

After many years of living in a pack, I've managed to come across as an okay-ish person. I wonder, if I was a normal human, I'd be a social outcast for like, ever.

Fortunately for me, I'm not human. I'm what you'd call, a dyrith. I'm the sneaky fantastical hybrid creature you read about in story books with special powers and what not.

As Gramma Rosabelle would tell me, I'm a hybrid of a werewolf and some other creature that she couldn't quite place. You see, I've never had a family of my own blood. I never even knew who my parents were.

Gramma found me as an infant in a deep, dark forest and took me back to the pack immediately. It was obvious, my presence in the forest all covered up was intentional, they still searched for weeks to find my parents. Whoever they were, really didn't want me.

So Gramma took me as her own. Her only daughter Renee had found her mate abroad and would visit once a year with her family. She was a beautiful woman with a kind heart, just like Gramma. They were all the family I had.

I wiped away a tear as I looked at the time on my phone and calculated how much time I had left before second period.

Forty-nine minutes.

I dropped back down to my pillow but couldn't sleep anymore.

All those thoughts were back.

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Our pack, Fathilagt, had always been in direct contact with the Royal Palace but never meddled in the matters in between.