Rafe's POV
(Flashback — 6 years ago)
That day I was patrolling around the territory, just like the other Alphas under training. There had been news of a rogue werewolf targeting innocents, and we had been told to look for them.
I didn't know that while doing so, I would catch a familiar, tempting scent that almost brought out my innate vampire instincts—instincts I successfully suppressed thanks to my werewolf side that helped me counter it. But it was always on the brink of failing whenever that scent hit me. Her scent.
Eira.
She was returning home from school, walking alone on that deserted path, and it was already getting dark.
Standing in the woods, my gaze lingered on her. Isn't she afraid of going home alone? Why does her home have to be so isolated and away from others? Her family members are truly idiots. I frowned and decided to keep watch on her until she reached home.
