A young man with no clue of who he is tries to reclaim what was once his family's. His fated Mate is the daughter of a man who killed his family, leaving him the sole heir to the largest pack in the world.

I wasn't born this way I was made. I had a choice, and I chose this path. To stay by the side of the one man who made me feel welcome and gave me a home. The one man I would call my father., That is until I met him But it was a curse to be like me or them. A turned, you don't age, and no children, nothing. Just stuck at the age you were turned. Its not something I would wish on anyone. You get lonely after a while, and finding company is dangerous. There are some who are either insane with blood lust from lack of control or find themselves so high and mighty them created their own way in life. Then in few cases you have the born, not every child survives the transformation. A women in labor about to give birth is bitten, and once her child is born the child is just like the creator. While the mother dies from the experience, the child might live, but is no longer a normal human but a born. Lets go back, way back, so you understand the history, my history and his.

Waking up from a nightmare always had my heart racing, but this time I had been crying. Slowly sitting up in bed I touched two fingers to my cheek, feeling the dampness that was my tears. When I woke up like this I never remembered what it was I had been dreaming. So could I call it a nightmare or just a really bad dream?.... Sitting up slowly and letting my legs hang over the side of the bed, and inhaled deeply. That only made me sniffle. Sighing, I used my pillow to whip my face, then flipped it over. Gross "Hey." His voice was husky from sleep, and I felt a warm large hand midway up my back. I turned looking behind me and faced him, his hand was now on my side and it felt nice being so warm. "Hi, sorry go back to bed." I rubbed my face with my palm. He sat up blinking sleep from his eyes, his eyebrows were pulled tight together, looking a little concerned. "Hey what's wrong?" Giving him a warm smile I scooted closed to him in bed, put my for head to his chest and sighed. "Its nothing, I just woke up and had been crying.... I guess." His whole body was so warm, it felt like he was on fire, but whenever I had asked if he was too warm he always said that was just his normal temperature. He wrapped his arms around me, making me feel safe and warm. "Another nightmare? Or you don't remember again?" He started to stroke my hair. I peeked up at him from under my lashes, and lifted my head slightly. "I can't remember." His heart beat was steady, and there was a rumble in his chest as I heard him chuckle. "Of course." His arms dropped from around me as his palm came up to caress my check. I leaned into his touch, stealing the warmth from it as we watched each other. His face was a couple inches from mine. I watched his lips, then back up at his eyes. He smirked, knowing what i was silently asking, as he brought his face closer to mine, only a hairs breath. His breathing was warm on my face as I closed my eyes in anticipation.