ELSIE POV.
I could still remember the first day I picked up his scent.
It was from a mile away, and I was bound by my feet and hand and led to a cage to be sold like an animal to a slaughterhouse.
I felt useless before then, being captured by humans that I considered much lesser than beastkins.
I always hated them; they were full of greed, pride, and lust, and all they ever wanted to do was take.
They would plunge into lesser villages and capture our kinds, sell and use them as they pleased, and after one particular incident, I decided to act but foolishly got captured.
During that period when I felt like nothing, and I had decided to fall just like every other beastkin that was captured, where I lost all light and was dragged like an animal with no hope of ever returning, was when I picked up his scent, a scent so captivating, nearly suffocating, the scent of my Mate.
