You had been running away from your mate, a fierce wolf named Ezekiel, who had finally caught up with you. However, as you run away from him, your strength weakens, you needed his blood to survive.

"Why do you keep running away from me, my mate?" Ezekiel shouted, his voice filled with irritation, as he cautiously approached you.

His look pierced through your defenses as he crossed his arms. "You need my blood. You'll die without your mate's blood."