All I did was lock myself in the gas station's bathroom... It seemed like the logical thing to do, considering the crappy way my date had gone, and the fact that said crappy date had tried to attack me. But then my date broke the bathroom door down. Luckily, a scarred, inked-up werewolf was there to save the day. He punched my date's lights out... And then called me "mate" and started to hunt me. Growing up in Moon Ridge, I'd always known that werewolves were real, but I hadn't expected to be mates with one; especially not the most jaded one in town. No number of tattoos can hide his scars, both physical and emotional, but maybe I can help him heal them. Or... maybe we'll burn to the ground together. I guess only time will tell.