Lucas

I inhale as I walk down the street of my pack. Recently we have had quite a few rouge sightings and other mythical creatures crossing into our land. I then smirk as I smell the familiar sweet scent of a kitsune and look around only to find said fox shifting demon to be helping someone. He must be a Zenko…I walk over to the fox and grab him, feeling the sparks of the mate bond I knew that scent was sweeter than it should have been…