Yoochun is not really sure what made him come to this door. It had been a fortnight since he had arrived in Korea, a fortnight he had been straggling left and right without really knowing where he was going.

Until two days ago, he had been in a bar, sitting down at the counter and was quietly drinking his coffee when a young wolf came in. He immediately recognized the smell of forest, wood and grass. The characteristic smell of werewolves, but it also bore a strange smell of chocolate, coffee and clementine.

Pack then, declared his wolf.

Oh, that explained the smell, the wild wolves smelled more of the woods and the blood, but the ones in a pack took the scent of their Alpha and the place where they lived, this one had to be living like humans in a house or an apartment, it was rather rare. Of their wild nature, the wolves liked the freedom that the woods gave them.

The wolf stepped forward and sat next to him. He was tall, much taller than him. Broad shoulders, tanned skin and his face was young. His hair a dark blond, quite short.

Yoochun finished his coffee and was getting up when he was spoken to.

-You just arrived in Korea?

-Yes.

- From your accent, you are American.

- I am.

-Where?

For a stranger, the question would have been in which country or state, but for a wolf it was a pack.

-Tri-cities.

-Alpha?

-Adam Hauptmann.

-Marrok?

-Bran Cornick.

He could not help notice, though the questions were soft and polite, the order behind was almost overwhelming, the wolf by his side was surely younger than him but in hierarchy he was much more dominant.

He expected him to ask what he was doing here, why, or any other questions, but he pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbled and put it on the counter. He deposited a sum of money and left without a word.

Strange wolf.

You said it.

Curious, Yoochun took the piece of paper while realizing that he was going to leave without paying.

The note was brief.

Pay me back.

Below an address was written.

And he was, two days later in front of this wooden door without knowing if he should knock or just leave.

If he knocked, he knew that his days of wandering would end, the young wolf had given him the opportunity to join a pack, a family and finally put an end to his loneliness in a country he didn’t know.

A deep breath and he took a step...