My name is Zach and I was born to a small but healthy pack of werewolves in one of the rural towns of England. We mostly kept to ourselves but of course, there was always the stigma that followed our kind around.

My mother, though human, was the destined mate to my father, the alpha of the pack. They had their fair share of issues when it came to people accepting them being together but otherwise, they were happy.

That makes me half—blooded though my wolf side is as active as any pure—blood could ever be. Though, unlike the tales that claim we werewolves are savage beasts that only transform during a full moon, we're actually not like that at all. At least, I'm not like that so I assume that to be true for all of my kind.

Sadly, not everyone trusts or cares for werewolves and the same was true for my family. I was only a child when it all happened and I only have vague memories of it all truth be told. Well, one day a group of Hunters had found out that my pack was living in this town and decided they couldn't allow that.

My mother had managed to escape with me as I hadn't come into my powers yet due to only being half—werewolf and could pass as a human because of that. It wasn't as though she wanted to abandon the pack. My father had made her escape in order to save our lives. My pack hadn't hurt anyone but the Hunters hadn't seemed to care.

That all happened years ago now. I'm now eighteen and have finally come into my werewolf blood. My mother and I live in a large tall building with a mix of many other supernatural beings, some of them are werewolves but most of them are hired guards that belong to their own packs.

The boss of our new home is a rather beautiful but scary woman with silver hair and eyes, but I rarely see her at all. Apparently, she is like a mother to vampires or something, but I don't really pay much attention to any of that. It's not like I am ungrateful, but this isn't the same as having your own pack.

According to the other werewolves here, each of us has a destined mate that the Moon Goddess has picked out for us and we'll know them by their scent once we become adults. Unfortunately, my mate doesn't seem to be anywhere near where I live so my mother suggested I travel a bit to see if I can find them.

So that's where my tale begins. I've left the huge building complex full of various supernatural beings and began to travel the United Kingdom for my one true mate. I don't know who they are or where they are, and truth be told, they could be anywhere at all.

You are probably wondering why I'd be travelling alone since Hunters are a very real threat to me? Well, it's actually safer for me to travel alone than it would be in a small group. I can easily hide in the woods, or blend in easier in a large crowd.

You see, a lone werewolf isn't much of a threat to Hunters and they don't tend to look for them as much as they would a whole pack. A pack generally means they're living in the area which for the Hunters, is a huge red target.

That isn't to say I am completely safe from being tracked down and killed, but being half—human I'm usually able to blend in easier than most of my kind but very skilled Hunters will almost always know what I am no matter how hard I blend in or try and hide what I am.

Now that you understand my background a little better, we can jump into my story... about how the Moon Goddess has the worst sense of humour I have ever had the misfortune of blessing upon me. Or maybe it is the best blessing?

I guess we will find out one way or the other!