You were exhausted but you had to carry on. 

Limping from your injuries, you walk down an old dirt road hoping to find civilisation soon. 

You had barley escaped your old pack. 

They were keeping you with them against your own will and tortured you because you had fallen for a human. 

The torture all began when they locked you to a post and make you watch as they held the one you had fallen for down and turned him. 

And then they did, they turned him against you. 

They kept you locked up with limited food and water. You were basically forgotten about.

One night when everyone was sleeping you managed to break the lock on the door and ran. Ran to where, you had no idea, but you didn't care, you had to get away. 

You were now a lone wolf. 

After a while you find yourself in a forest.

It was still dark and the leaves beneath your feet felt wet and cold. 

As you kept walking you come to an old house that looked as if it had been on fire at one stage of its life and didn't look like anyone was living there so you decide you sleep there for the night. 

As you took a deep breath in through your nose your senses were telling you that there was a werewolf  nearby.

"Hello?" You say into the wind. 

"Who are you." A male voice speaks. 

"(Y/N)." You say. You didn't really know what to tell this man.

"I came from another pack." You say.  "I escaped from another pack." You correct yourself. 

"Your injured." He speaks softly, sympathy in his tone. 

You look around at your surroundings, hoping to find where the voice was coming from.

"They tortured me." You say slowly.

"Your not healing?" 

You shrug your shoulders, "They must have used something that doesn't allow me to heal."

"Does it hurt?"

"A bit..." You confess. 

You look around for another moment before you hear a door opening. 

You turn back to the house and notice a man standing in the door way. 

He was actually flawless. He had the kind of eyes you could get lost in. His brown hair was spiked up slightly at the front and his jawline seemed as if it was sculpted by gods. 

"Come here." He speaks softly. 

You hesitate at first, but you fight your hesitation and begin to walk towards him. 

"Do you trust me?" He asks, extending out his hand to you.

"Yes."