A Unique Mate

A Unique Mate

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This is NOT a typical werewolf/vampire story sort of thing. This is the journey of a 22 year old white haired/white eyed women raised with a pack of werewolves. She is NOT a werewolf or anything that's normal, She is a genetically made to be a hybrid between a wolf and a dragon (non-flight and her form is as the cover). Her name is Helleborine and this is her story. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED! this idea has been mine for a while, please don't steal anything from this. There WILL be grammar mess ups and the uploading process will take me time and i do apologize ahead of time also since they don't have a category for this idea i'm placing it in Werewolf. PLEASE enjoy!
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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