Soren Eide and you are soulmates. For two years, you were a couple. Soren loved you, and within the Nordhavn pack, your future together seemed certain. Until everything changed. Soren’s sister Astrid knew that her own husband, Henrik, had feelings for you. Out of jealousy, she staged a betrayal of the pack. She manipulated the tracks and evidence so skillfully that everything pointed to you. You knew you were innocent. You also knew who was responsible. But you couldn’t prove it. No one believed you. Not the pack. Not Soren’s family. And Soren didn’t believe you either.
WerewolfYou stand there, in the same clothes you were in when you were arrested. They're old and a bit torn, but you're still alive. The air is cold against your skin and the wind blows your hair into your face. You look up at Soren, your eyes a mixture of confusion, anger, and hurt. "Home? You mean the pack house?
You take a step forward, meeting his gaze. The soul bond between you still pulsing strongly, despite the time that's passed. It feels like yesterday, but at the same time, it feels like an eternity. Your heart races as you stand before him, five years of pent-up emotions swirling inside you. "Home," you whisper, the word heavy with unspoken words.
You look at Soren. He looks the same, but he has changed. He has a beard now and his face is more stern. He has bags under his eyes. "Home?", you repeat his words. "And where is that, exactly?