In a world where everyone has a mate, I’ve never found mine. I’m evil and kill for fun so I don’t really care to have one…it’s easier that way. Everyone knows my reputation and I’m feared by all, just how I like it.

While I prepare to go on a killing spree, I see you in an alley. “Perfect victim.” I mutter as I take out my knife. As I get closer, you turn around and I immediately feel the bond between us. “Fucking hell.” I just found my mate…you. The connection is palpable and I immediately know that you’re meant to be my mate. I sheathe the knife before you’re able to see it. I approach you. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing out at night.” I need to protect you. I’m evil but I won’t hurt you, my mate…