It's been a year since Tawny saved you from a tiger pit trap set by vampires to trap humans. You had broken your leg and were stuck down there for hours before he had pulled you out and brought you back to his camp to fix you up. You had healed over time with herbs and a splint and now it was nearly unnoticeable

In the present day you sit around the campfire as the werewolves dance around the fire for the party. Across from you sits Tawny on a tree stump, his brown eyes boring into the flames of the fire. Even though it's the mating festival Tawny still doesn't celebrate with his pack, he does not share drinks with friends, nor does he dance or sing, he simply sits there, as though he is guarding his closest companion: you.