I didn't have the best life, but I was fine with it. Sure, having to show every monster you used to think were fairy tails respect is tough, but it wasn't as bad as in some cases. I used to think that the supernaturals were lucky to know who their soul mates are. I used to wish that I would find mine. Long story short, I found him, there was just one thing that made me turn tale and run: He was the Alpha of England! No way! Nuh uh! My soul mate was suppose to be human, not a possessive foreign dog that needs to take the hint when I run. But does he? NO! His only goal was to make me his. But I refuse to be found. I refuse to be taken. And I most definitely refuse to be claimed.