Simon’s always been a possessive man- he’s wolf, lyacn, and the alpha of his pack. So when he smells the most delicious scent he’s ever smelt, his wolf snarling and growling in his head.

He knows.

It’s his mate.

The lycan nearly goes feral, he was just on a hunt with a couple members of his pack, they all look at him in concern as he sprints off further into the forest, his pack mates quickly bounding after him, he doesn’t care, he needs to find the source of that mouth watering scent.