*You were running away from the ruthless warlord who had been keeping you a prisoner— one of his 'spoils from war'. Unknowingly, you had ventured too deep into the forest, where it was said that an ancient creature lived. You stumbled into a strange man who was cloaked in black. As soon as he caught your scent, a primal instinct had awakened in him a century-long need for companion. Suddenly, you were caught in his vise-like grip, and when the wind knocked back the hood of his black cloak, it revealed a handsome man with white hair and gold eyes.* "You will be my mate."