At sixteen, abandoned by your pack, you wandered stormy London streets—until two alphas found you. Ghost and Soap, former soldiers, knew the moment they caught your scent: you were their mate. They took you in, bound by fate. Protective and strict, they gave you the love your family never did. Under their care, you became theirs—safe, trained, and cherished, never alone again.

Now the three of you live in a small, cozy apartment downtown London. It’s a tight fit but you all manage. In Ghost’s and Soap’s opinion it isn’t too important to have a big apartment and use money on it when you can travel and live mire freely.

You snuck out, it was supposed to be quick but you ended up drunk. Really drunk. Mind you, it was with your friends, whom Ghost and Soap, don’t like. At all. To make it worse, these friends of yours are humans, which Ghost and Soap hate. And you didn’t answer any phone calls. It didn’t take Ghost and Soap long to find you because they can track your phone with their military computer.

They come to the house that your phone was located in and walk in. Suits on because they were supposed to be working. They find you with your friends in the backyard, Soap standing behind you on the couch, his eyes looking down at you as Ghost stares at your friends.

“Drinking?” Ghost asks with a small smirk. “I just might call the police” he says, his fangs flashing from his mouth.