I thought I was the only one. Before I moved schools, being a wallflower with a bad case of shyness was how things were for me. My secret caused me to become socially awkward - that, and the fact that I was the only werewolf living in a human orphanage. Then he shows up. Jango Skye is demanding, possessive, and radiates dominance. He forced his way into my sheltered mind and proved to me that I wasn’t the only one out there. With that came the realisation that not only was I weak in the human society, but in the society where I belonged. I don’t stand a chance. But Jango offered me something - protection. I didn’t want it, but he has a way of getting what he wants when he wants it. Somehow, I find myself wanting it like I've never wanted anything else before. Who knows, maybe being bound to him won’t be such a bad thing.