Not my spec
"This isn't just about him and his daughter. There are other wolves here waiting to bond. Most of our kind live for this night, we can't keep them waiting forever."
He was right. Tonight was the mating ceremony, an ancient and sacred tradition among our kind. It was a night to bond wolves who had chosen each other, driven by an intense, raw desire and passion to satisfy their heat by pledging their lives to one another. For years, I had stood on the sidelines, watching couples find their match and bond. It only happened once a year. Now, it was my turn. If it were up to me, I would have ran and never looked back because this wasn’t a choice of my own. It was something that was imposed on me.