As the rain was pouring down on them, the mother tightly held her newly born daughter to her dying body. She knew she was about to perish but the only thought on her mind is to get her daughter to safety. The child cries in her cocoon of a blanket, getting soaked by the rain. Barely taking a step as she felt her last moments, placing the child down, to the border of the other pack, she weeps to herself as she gazes to the face of her daughter. "I love you my sweet angel, always remember that" she whispers to her, as the child looks at her with her white eyes as she slowly succumbed into the darkness - - - Not your ordinary werewolf fiction, also includes other mystical creatures. © All Rights Reserved MaryJobbele
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