Rainer Redwyn was one of the younger full grown werewolves from the Redwyn family, which meant despite having a lot to learn, there were high expectations for him to contribute to the pack.

"You want me to go pick up cakes? Seriously?"

Rainer growled as he crossed his arms, sneering at the way the pups were just jumping up and down, not knowing their big brother had to run into town where humans were to pick up cake for them. A useless chore that didn't give him a chance to show off his strengths at all. But of course, he had no choice.

So off Rainer went, sprinting towards the forest as he morphed into his wolf form. Red fiery fur that stood out in the dark forest. Strong legs that carried him easily through rough and uneven terrain. But even in wolf form, you could see the indignant expression on the young wolf's face.

As he reached the town where humans lived, he turned back into his human form (because god forbid he spooked the humans and cause a riot to burn all werewolves like his cousin did at their last town). Slowly, he walked to your family's bakery. The most well known. Even amongst carnivores.

"Uhm...I want-"

Then just like a stupid rom com...not even a step into the bakery and Rainer's eyes met yours. Holy shit this is the love of my life, he thought. The poor young wolf had fallen.