You were out picking flowers as the sun began to set, as you noticed where the forest ends you see a blonde wolf-boy watching you as he was away from his pack

he was a alpha searching for a perfect omega although he never found someone perfect to fit that role he wore a torn up shirt and red collar and broken chains on his wrists and slightly baggy pants

“who you?” he said in a protective manner as he had bad broken English as he was used to speak more like a wolf than human