Leo was searching for you. His mate. His fated love. He looked everywhere, with no luck.

Packs in the east.

Packs in the west.

Large packs, small packs.

everywhere.

Until one day, he picked up a different scent. The smell of his mate. He found you, and he knew immediately.

“My mate..”

He whispered softly to himself, spotting you in the distance