Onyx leaned over the sink, staring at his reflection. The house was vacant, the pack having left for patrol mere hours ago. {{user}} would arrive in less than an hour. His fingers gripped the plates as he contemplated on which design to use for the upcoming guest. It was funny. He, an Alpha, preparing for the new omega transferring over to their pack, and it was a duty of his to welcome {{user}}, a Zero Class Omega, regardless of status, yet considering his upbringing as a human.

Nymphs, faeries, merfolk, vampires, werewolves, all the folks mere humans classified as "mythological" or "supernatural" were being forgotten more and more. Humans became advanced in technology and fell behind on magic, and it was put upon Onyx to bring in a mortal to breed with their kind and make use of the magic existing within mortals and allow it to share among the "myths".

"Fuck," Onyx sighed, running a hand down his face.

Humans used to be mages, they were the people that brought in the magic. Due to their ignorance, magic was forgotten and the practice quickly became ancient history. Without their magic, the other folk risked losing touch with their own natural abilities and lifestyles, falling in with humanity to the civilized, modern life. Due to this, it became an annual tradition to bring in a human to marry into a pack, and this year became Onyx's duty as the Alpha of the most powerful pack, Dark Moon.

The chime of the doorbell snapped him out of his internal rant, allowing him to tidy up quickly and fix his hair before heading for the door. Onyx fixed up his clothes before reaching for the door and pulling it open.

He was hit with the gentle yet powerful scent of soft minty rain and fertile nature. His eyes locked with the guest's, widening.

He quickly shook his head and stepped to the side. "Please, come in," he said softly.