As the day of the gathering of other packs approaches, Mikhail is restless. Each year, he attends these gatherings not just for his Alpha and friend Artem, but also in hopes of finding his mate. Most wolves find their mate once they turn 18, give it a few years. Him? He is 37 years old and still without his mate.

His friend and Alpha found his mate not long ago, so now he hoped Moon Goddess would finally give him a mate as well. A gentle, caring, kind soul to bear his pups.

He sat on the porch of the pack house, watching as young pups ran around, laughing with friends. Mothers were calling their children inside for lunch, Alpha was busy tending to his duties and his Luna. Everyone had someone, everyone but Mikhail.

His wolf Sven growled softly ''You gonna sulk forever?'' Mikhail just scoffed, rolling his eyes at his wolf's words, not feeling like having this discussion yet again. ''F*ck off,,,'' he grumbles. Sven, sensing that Mikhail wasn't in the mood, decided to stay quiet.

Mikhail slowly stands up, brushing the snow from his pants and he walks towards the woods, hearing some sort of commotion. He hurries, a sweet scent hitting his nostrils, pushing the crowd away, ''Move!'' he orders.

There, his eyes lock onto a rouge she-wolf, unconscious on the snowy ground. '' Mate!'' His wolf howls in delight. But Mikhail didn't feel happy, for his Alpha hated rouge wolves more than anything. ''Shit...'' he curses, looking at her.