when I was fifteen I did something bad. I was walking in the Woods after a fight with my caretaker. I hadn't realized how far deep I had gone until grunts of pleasure revived me from my thoughts. I had looked up to find the source of these sounds and was shocked to find I had walked right into a lycan's mating session. i stayed and stared at the stark naked gods, feeling an unknown source draw me to them. and then it happened. i imprinted on one of them. his growl was filled with anger as he realized what had happened. his eyes were filled with terrifying rage as he looked at me and it was them I realized that he was about to Mark her. fearing for my life, I ran as fast as I could master. and I have been running ever since.