I’ve seen too much pain in the faces of those who come to sanctuary to believe in the kindness of humankind or even shifters. There are those among our kind who help the white coats to capture and torture shifters in the name of science.
My parents said I would find my mate, but my life is focused on trying to help restore those who come to us. And since I don’t have many other skills, I use my love of cooking and baking to nourish both our members and those they help. It’s all I have to give.
But an omega who somehow found his way to us without any of the usual help is not only subject to suspicion around here, but, according to my bear…my mate.
