Tyson was a werewolf, able to turn into a wolf by command. He was the Alpha of his pack, the Blue Moon Pack. He was already in his late twenties, but he still hadn’t found his mate. By his 28th birthday, he had given up.

That was when a new male Omega came into his pack. Transferred by his old pack due to an attack that left the pack destroyed, Tyson couldn’t help but go to meet him at his new house.

That was when he smelt it. The scent of his mate. Right inside the new boys house.