This was originally written in response to a tumblr prompt: soulmate AU, I thought I should share it here for my readers who enjoy my Pack Verse.

It takes place 2 years before John is born.

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After discovering her pregnancy, she had gathered the money together in order to return to Athens. It was only right that she tell Andrew what happened, that she had become pregnant from their shared time together. Only when she gets there, there is someone else living in his home, a young woman who has never heard of an Andrew, and cannot help her. Frustrated, because she had never thought to get more information from him, she had paused on the walkway and just stared up at the sky, contemplating what she was going to do next. Perhaps she should see about finding a seer to search for him.

"Excuse me?" a plump, dark-haired woman with only the vaguest scent of wolf comments, hand lightly hovering over her elbow without actually touching it.

"Can I help you?" she inquires looking down from the sky.

"Are you Sandra? The 'beautiful British wolf'?" the woman queries, "you're looking for Andrew?" she motions to what used to be his home.

Smiling, she answers, "I'm not sure I am 'beautiful' but I am a British wolf named Sandra."

"Please, I have something for you, he entrusted it in my care," the woman states, motioning to one of the other houses.

She nods, motioning for her to lead the way.

Quietly, the two of them make their way to the house, the plump woman opening the door for her, and holding it while she steps in. Inside the house, her hostess pours her a cup of sideritis and asks her to wait while she fetches the letter from where she has been storing it. When she gets back, her hostess offers it to her with a sad smile but says nothing.

Dread fills her, something is wrong and this letter explains it. Her instincts tell her it is not something she should read around others.

"If you'll excuse me?" she politely questions.

"Of course, if you need anything else, I am here in the afternoons," the woman replies with a nod, "I hope you find what you are looking for, Sandra."

"Thank you," she replies before slipping out of the door and returning to the hotel she had arranged just to be safe.

In her room, she settles on the edge of the bed, carefully breaking the seal and unfolding the letter to read.

-My Most Beautiful Sandra,
If you have received this, then the prophecy spoken when I was a child has come to pass and I have joined the Earth Lord. Please do not mourn what could have been. For me, what was was more than I ever expected, hoped, or dreamed of. The moment I laid eyes on you I suspected that you were my bondmate, my perfect match, my other half, my soulmate as humans call it. I was both relieved and disappointed when our marks never appeared during the time we spent together. I never wanted you bound to a wolf who was dying before you ever met me. To a wolf you would never have a chance to grow old with, to spend the years of your life with. It would not have been fair to you. It is my hope, my desire that you will be blessed with the ability to find another mate. One who can love you for the wonderful and amazing person you are. That girl who found wonder in everything, whether majestic or simple. You are wonderful. There is so much more I wish I could have learned of you, so much I wish I could have shared. I waited my entire life for you, knowing that I would die within weeks of our meeting. I wouldn't change it for anything in this world. You were everything, and I mean everything, I could have ever loved. Those nine days were the best of my life, and I cherished every moment of them, engraved them in my soul, carried them with me to the Earth Lord. I was blessed the moment we met. Maybe it is selfish of me, but I hope when your natural time arrives, after a hopefully long and joyous life, that you will rejoin me. I think it is time I close this now, I am tired and it is close.
With all my Love
Andrew-

Tears flowed from her eyes as she set the letter aside and grabbed a pillow to bury her head against. Of all the things she had expected, his death had not been one of them. How was she going to tell him that he was going to be a father? That they were going to have a daughter together? Perhaps he had a pack, someone she could speak to about him, a family that was there for him in the final days of his life. Why had he not went to a pack healer? An iota could heal far more than a human doctor, whatever was ailing him could have been cured, healed, restored. He didn't have to die.

Wiping her face, she decides that she will try and find out about his birth pack, find his family so that their daughter could know their other relatives.

The following morning she spends the day wandering the city, remembering those days spent fondly. She knows logically that they would have had their arguments and disagreements, that there would have been bad days, but the good days would have outweighed them. They would have found a way to make it work, because that's what bondmates do. instead, all she will ever have is the memory of what could have been.

No. Not just a memory, their daughter. A beautiful child with both of them. she would ask her mum to make sure that she carried it, that their daughter lived no matter what the cost to her, she would pay it, and pay it willingly.

In the afternoon, she returns to the neighbor woman, hesitantly knocking at the door. When the other woman opens it, she smiles at her, asking, "Could, could I talk to you about Andrew?"

Smiling back, the other woman nods, opening the door and inviting her in. "Of course, we can have tea in the back garden while we do so."

The two of them make their way through the house to the back garden where there is already a tea service for two set up. "I thought you might be back."

Offering her hand, she introduces herself, "I'm Sandra Watson, of the Watson pack in London."

"Maria DiNozzo," her hostess replies, a warm smile curving her lips, "I'll answer anything I can, but I do not know how much that will be."

For hours the two of them sit there discussing random bits of facts about Andrew. She learns that he left his pack as a teenager, after the accident that killed his sister because the iota had refused to try healing her. That he was alone in the world, with no family and no real friends. That most of his time was spent drawing and sketching. She learns that in his final weeks of life, he had been happier than he had been in the years previous.

Just before she leaves, Maria asks her to hold a moment, fetching a box and offering it to her.

"He left these for me, but I think they would be better suited for you," the older woman tells her fondly. "I kept my favorite, but the rest, the rest you take."

"Thank you," she replies, nearly in tears again, but smiling anyways. Today had been about letting go of a dream, at the same time it had been accepting a new one.

Her return to her home was not nearly as smooth as she would have liked. Her father was horrified over the concept that she was an un-bonded pregnant wolf. The chances of it were so very slim and it happened so very rarely. Her mum had gotten between them, golden eyes glaring at her mate as she snarled before taking her aside and reassuring her that she would do anything she had to in order to make sure the child survived.

Her life might not be what she was expecting, but it would be a good one. She would live as healthily and joyously as she could, and if she sometimes mourned what she never had a chance to have, who had to know besides her.