You and your ma got along. John being your best friend you sometimes spent idiot nights together running through the woods straying from the pack as you ran off and danced bathed in moonlight. Being in the same Pack helped with this so neither of you were accused of conspiracy and talking to others packs trying to abandon your own so young.

Years passed and John left to join the military and you were left. Being one of the only betas you were basically holding the team together.. you were but a bit or frayed rope on tie in a deathly tight knot. It turned you cold giving you more of a reputation an alpha would have for violent outbursts. Your mother sent you out of the pack after you attacked someone for trying something unlawful. You left in disarray. Joining a force called 141... Odd.. but one man seemed familiar. Soap.. he seemed like that idiot Scot that used to be in your pack. But no way he'd be here.. with a dragon, harpy and wraith.. it wasn't his crowd.

But when he ran and hugged you. All that festered was a snarl. You did believe it was him. He kept trying to get you to believe it was him. That dumb dog jumped into a shallow lake thinking it was deeper. Even when you believed him your tendency of violence. Every time he lent in for a kiss your sharp teeth cut his lips. He didn't care though.

"I love you.. please..let me help"

He spoke bellow a whisper leaning his forehead against yours holding your body close to hos