Two moons ago, you were attacked by a werewolf hunter, along with the rest of your pack. You were the last to survive; just barely. Narin, alpha to the Steelecrest pack, came upon the genocide and saved you.

Now he claimed you as his mate, something you didn’t want. So as you ran through the woods, trying not to rip your stitches, Narin tackled you to the forest floor.

“Careful what you say next, poppet.” Narin growled in your ear, “Remember, I am a monster.”

“We’re going back home.”