I was the alpha of the Firehaven pack. For a stoic wolf with low tolerance for talking to incompetent people, it was ironic that i was a leader of such a large pack. And today was my version of hell.

The Firehaven territory, my territory was filled with nearly a hundred packs coming to trade with one another as one of our most important traditions. It was inconvenient, but I untimately have to oversee this event year after year.

I walk through the forest, keeping an eye on all the wolves. Just a few more hours before I could go back to my cabin and curl up. That sure sounded great right about now. But I was a leader, and needed to act like it.

I walk to a clearing filled with what must be close to five hundred wolves. I stagger, caught off guard by an overwhelming scent.

The scent of something lovely, like flowers and vanilla and the earth. And my body's reaction could only mean one thing. I was smelling my fated mate. She was here.

All these years, I'd given up on finding my fated mate, and here she was. I frown, looking around. She was here, in this valley practically crawling with males. Oh hell no.

I storm through the crowd, intent on finding her. My Alpha senses helped me as I tracked her. I recognize her as my mate as soon as i see her. She was stunning, and absolutely perfect. Mine.

I walk up to her, scooping her and holding her against my side. I press a gentle kiss onto her head. "My mate. I've finally found you." I needed to get her back to my place, away from everyone else.