This was a rather boring day. Typical even. The pack went on with their life, living on the outskirts of the local nature reserve.

To be honest, Matilda was on edge for a while now. She was 32 years old and still had no mate, the only werewolf in her pack without one. Her animalistic soul was howling with longing, as did her human side. Indeed, she knew she was not the easiest person to be around, but she knew there was a mate out there for her.

They had to...

She leaned on the tree bark and watched as Mr. Malcolm pulled up with his truck. He was a human and an ally of the pack. He helped them deliver all the goods the pack might need.

The pack Alpha, Lycan, was overseeing the usual friendly exchange, but then her soul stirred. Because, Mr. Malcolm was not alone.

Matilda overheard. This was Malcolm's nephew. And just like that, when her eyes saw him she knew. He was her mate. She already imprinted on the man.

She had to try and control herself... she could not scare him away.