Prologue

"You'll be coming home with me," said the man standing in front of her door with authority.

Aveline lifted her face, which had been buried in her thin pillow. Her eyes were sleepy. She reached for her lamp and stood up from her bed to approach her mate. Yes, she recognized him as her mate.

She brought the lamp closer to his face. She was greeted by a shade of gray that was more white than black in his eyes. All his facial features exuded handsomeness. She couldn't deny that the man's presence was comforting and gave her butterflies in the stomach.

"Done staring at me?" her mate asked her seriously, but she could sense a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"In your dreams, Mr. Whoever you are!" Aveline retorted, rolling her eyes at him. Suddenly, she stopped. She had been acting like a normal person in front of him.

She lowered the lamp to avoid being captivated by his incredibly handsome face. In the midst of darkness, she felt her cheeks flush at the realization that her mate was an exceptionally handsome creature, far from an ordinary werewolf.

"Let's go!" He finally said to her after a while, then he grabbed her hand. Aveline felt electricity run through her as their hands clasped together.