Her Miracle Mate novel Chapter 2

So, very few people even knew of our existence. Our Alpha, Fridure, was a man of peace. After his father was killed in battle, he swore to protect his pack from danger. He decided to keep his pack in secrecy, only maintained essential contacts for basic necessities, and kept the pack small, trusting the fewest people.

It had worked. For a while.

Fridure could not have foreseen what happened next. Fathilagt was attacked from all sides as the warriors mistook our hidden pack for a band of rebellious Liet.

The Liet are the werewolves who do not belong to packs and rebel against the laws of the Palace. They move in the human world freely with no consideration for coexistence, whatsoever.

The bigger packs seeked to remove the Liet from the lands to gain favor from the Palace. They are also responsible for the deaths of many innocent werewolves caught outside of the packs, regardless of whether they associated with the Liet or not.

Grandpa Bryn and many pack warriors died fighting the attackers. The memory always hurt Gramma more than anything.

After the attack, the few who had survived ran for their lives. They moved towards the south of Iceland to a small town named Hof, and tried to fit in with the coastal inhabitants. There were forests lined with birch trees which provided protection and shelter for our pack.

There was no trial. No hearing.

The attacking pack, Sgriosaire, got away with a massacre, and took credit too. Fathilagt was left with no strong voice after the deaths of both Alpha and Beta of the pack. Gramma would describe how they took care of their own and sacrificed so much just to be able to survive.

Years passed, and the pack started growing again. Fridure's son, Valente, took his place as the new Alpha. He took care of the pack just like his father. The pack was still kept small but the members were allowed more flexibility.

It took some time, but eventually Fathilagt regained it's tiny glory and peace was established once again. I lived in that pack and saw it grow with me as if from a seed once more.

Only to watch it burn down again.

Everything about England is beautiful, if you look beyond the hearts and minds of the colonial tyrants who literally wanted to rule the world over a hundred years ago.

It is beautiful.

I got out of bed to freshen up.

My skin is slightly pink today from the cold. My hair is a big dark mess. I guess I'll just have to go for a messy bun today.

Don't I always?

I put on a peach-colored t-shirt with a pair of jeans and headed to the kitchen. I pick out the tiffin box labelled 'Monday' and stick my fork into the tuna salad I prepped yesterday along with the rest of my meals for the week.

I know what you're thinking. Who has that kind of time on the weekends?

Well, a) I'm not a morning person, b) breakfast is important, and c) I don't really have friends to hang out with so instead, I have time to meal prep.

After I was done with the salad, I put on a light grey-colored heavy coat with boots and headed out.

I had some time to spare when I made it to the Data Science class.

"Raynhildur Ylva", the teacher called out for attendance. She was kind enough to ask me how to pronounce my name right on the first day of the semester. Definitely a first.

I smiled at him. He tries so hard to make me feel less out of place.

"Yeah well, at least you got an attendance marked," I replied.

He laughed. The action made his hazel eyes sparkle and I felt happy to have found someone who was happy to be around me.

"That I did. Well anyway, I was wondering if you were free Thursday night?" he asked a bit shyly.

Damn. I couldn't think of ONE thing I planned to do this Thursday night.

"What's the plan?" I asked.

Starke looked around nervously.

Was he asking me out on a date?

How adorable was that. I looked at him expectantly.

I think he realized it was too sudden because he quickly said, "It's just me and a couple of friends at my place. We'll get pizza or something."

"And who are these friends?" I asked.