Her Four Mates
What if I was broken somehow, damaged by the trauma of losing my first family?
*But as Elder Patricia spoke the ancient words, warmth bloomed in my chest. Not pain or burning, but a gentle fire that spread through my veins like liquid starlight. And then she was there, my wolf, her presence settling into my soul like coming home.*
*“Hello, little sister,” she whispered in my mind, her voice like silver bells. “I’ve been waiting for you.”*
*My eyes caught the moonlight and held it, glowing silver-bright in the darkness. The pack gasped, murmuring about the strength of the light, the beauty of the awakening.*
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