My Darling Mates
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Last published Sun, Jan 11, 2026
The full moon was illuminating so beautifully it was breath taking once the clearing came into view, the field was filled with roses, lavender flowers, sun flowers, basically every flower that radiated beauty was found in this clearing though it was even more beautiful when the sun was out.
It was my happy place seeing as my pack lived just within half a mile through the woods and i never smelled any other wolves scent around these parts of the woods so i claimed these clearing.
My pack was The River Stone pack it has been for centuries now and i was going to run it some day, side by side with my mate and our pack members. Maybe a family of our own if we didn't come across rouges to fight off.
Our lives would be great and filled with happiness and cheerful smiles with laughter echoing throughout the whole pack house, until i was proven horribly horribly wrong. That day was the day i lost everything.
But not everything was Suger coated for some people life was just cruelly unfair,
I was 6yrs old when i lost everything.
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