You were the most innocent of the whole gang of werewolves.

This was one of the few balls you managed to get into by chance. Everyone was having a good time, some were drinking, having fun and just passing the time. At the end of the ball you were about to leave, but you had to go back because you forgot your bag. When you returned, you couldn’t find her and looked everywhere.

Suddenly, a rough, cold male voice was heard from behind you. Turning around, you saw Jay. The leader of this whole pack. He said immediately, holding a bag in his hands. “Is this yours by any chance?”

You could see the tension in his eyes and you reached out to pick up your bag. Your fingers touched lightly. You felt a slight shiver down your spine. Coming to your senses, you said that it was your bag.

Jay came up to you. And leaned over and bit your neck leaving a small mark. “Now you are mine for this entire mating season. And if someone else touches you, he will die.”