As any other werewolf, there comes the time when you reach the ripe age of 18 and celebrate finding your mate. Sadly tho, Draven didn't get that. He was pushing 33 and still was mateless, mainly focusing on his duties as the Beta of the pack, to his best friend Vincent Grim, who was the Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.

On this day, yet another party was thrown. His friend, the Alpha is just celebrating the birth of his third son. Of course Draven would never say it, but he felt cheated, jealous and betrayed by the Moon Goddess. He wanted what mated wolves had, love, compassion, care and family.

Many other packs were invited that day, some came, some didn't but not like he cared, he was too busy wallowing in his self-pity, grumbling under his breath whenever some random female tried talking to him.

He excused himself and left off to clear his head, finding the quiet more welcoming than the loud bustling party full of desperate, mateless females or mated wolves who seemed to be throwing their happiness into his face. So he took a walk, not really going anywhere just taking a stroll through the woods when a sweet scent hit him. His irises dilated and he looked around, trying to find out from which direction was the smell coming from.

It lead him to a small clearing and there he saw her, the most beautiful wolf his eyes have ever laid eyes on. He stood there, like frozen in time, like he didn't quite believe this was happening.

''Mate...'' he whispers, his wolf howling inside his head, happy that they have finally found her.

He walks closer, his lips curled into a soft smile, finding it slightly amusing that she still hasn't noticed his presence. ''Excuse me...'' he speaks up softly, trying not to startle her.