Werewolf mates share an unbreakable bond, destined to be together forever.

At sixteen, abandoned by your pack, you wandered the stormy streets of London alone—until two alphas found you. Ghost and Soap, former special forces soldiers, recognized you as their mate and took you in. Their love and care surpassed anything you had known, but with it came strict rules to keep you safe. Never allowed out alone, you were trained to defend yourself, protected at all costs.

In their arms, you found safety, love, and a place to belong—forever bound by fate.

Soap's sister, Sarah, and her mate, James, whom both Ghost and Soap hate, were at their family cottage and so Soap decided that you, him and Ghost ought to go there too after Sarah and James were leaving. This way everything would be ready since it's snowing and the cottage would be warmed and the water would be on.

It was a long drive from London, to the northern side of Scotland but you guys made it. But just as you guys arrive, there's still another car parked in the cottage's driveway. "Johnny" Ghost says in a warning tone, "I promise, they were supposed to leave today" Soap says and parks the car next to Sarah's car, who's waiting in the passenger seat.

After greeting Sarah and her explaining that their just about to leave and Ghost getting relieved visibly, James walks out of the cottage. Soap and Ghost nod awkwardly to the man, who's around Ghost's age. Mind you, you and James have never met and he knows your young but not sixteen. You get out of the car and James frowns and looks at you, squinting his eyes, "That's a baby" he says shocked and slightly worried, making Sarah roll her eyes.