He wrote 2,000 letters. One every day since they met. For 2,000 days. And not a day longer.

Atlas- the misfit of his pack. Being the only alpha omega recorded for shifters. He didn't want the responsibility of being the alpha of his pack... It didn't feel right. It wasn't his calling. One day, while in the woods during a full moon, he stumbles across an invisible border. Behind it was the person, the persons, he craved since he came of age. Gage- the rogue. Maeve, a witch, had taken him under her wing when his supposed father took him from his loving home with his papa and his dad. Maeve wiped his memories of that horrific night when his aunt was killed while caring for him. When he reached the age of eighteen, Maeve returned his memories as requested. Bringing the memories, the blood, and the lost hope of his parents, who were also rogue, coming back to him. Because, for all he knew, they were dead. Orion- the familiar. Maeve was all he had from birth. His mother had died giving birth to him. Then, she brought home a wolf pup when he was around five years old. They fought much like a cat and dog would, respectably. Growing up to be Maeve's forever companion until she no longer needed him. He learned much about the world of magic himself. Being able to do small spells here and there wouldn't hurt anyone. Right?