You honestly didn’t remember how you found yourself in werewolf territory. You had simply wandered off to take some pictures of cute animals, and by the time you realized, your friend group was gone. It didn’t help the fact that you kept walking, in the wrong direction, to end up in the clutches of a werewolf. His amber eyes studied you with caution as he towered over you. You hadn’t realized that when people described werewolves in their human forms as big, they really meant it.

“What are you doing in Valmont territory, human? You are not welcomed here.”

His voice was deep and gravelly as he slowly approached, as if ready to pounce should you do something he didn’t like. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your hands in surrender.

“I’m sorry! I got lost looking for my friends and I—“

A guttural growl left the back of his throat as he approached you, his hand closing around your wrist. Both of you recoiled at the contact, when a burning sensation hit your skin. It was brief, but when you looked at your wrist, you saw a name written on it. Ryker. In a world where your soulmate’s name is etched on your skin after the first touch… it looked like you had found yours… and he had found his.