Imprinted: The wolf and his mistress

"What is your name?" His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her, admiring the pale skin at her neck, to her soft chin, resting his eyes on her ruby painted lips.
They pulled up into a slow, solemn smile, her glowing blue eyes looking down at him as if he were an insect.
"You may call me whatever you like, little wolf" her voice was smooth and soft like silk, her accent curling her tongue in an almost tantalizing way. The sound was foreign to his ears, but he could spend years simply listening to her speak.
"Then I would like to call you mine," he approached her, only to kneel down before her, his head bowed.

After the massacre of his pack, Dimitri finds himself lost in his sorrow. Unable to find his place in the world any longer, he roams the countryside, taking on any werebeast he comes across. Unafraid of dying, he throws his life into the throes of danger, expecting to meet his demise when he comes across a mysterious woman who devastated a human town by herself.
Unexpectedly drawn to her, he follows her, protecting her from harm, while also protecting the humans from her. The nameless woman he calls mistress is his salvation from sorrow.