Instead of finding a person like they expected, they found a wolf! A large silvery furred wolf. It was licking its wounds, it had been heavily wounded, its fur matted with dark clotting blood. The right shoulder especially, the wolf was licking the shoulder, matting the fur down further, it was whimpering while doing so, its chest heaving and clearly he was in a lot of pain.

“NO!” Lennon screamed, not even sure himself why. He was so conflicted, why did he feel the need to help the wolf? It's not like he knew it… and yet there was this invisible line stretching between them, it was connecting them and he didn't know why.

“Let's go, carefully though, don’t startle him,” Oscar began, creeping forward carefully. Lennon could feel tears welling in his eyes, threatening to spill over. No Lennon, don't you dare, you're an adult you can't be showing weakness. Dont cry dont cry… Lennon started chanting, his mind a mess.

“I don’t believe it,” Oscar expressed in awe, “He’s a werewolf.” Lennon was confused, how on earth did a werewolf find its way onto their island? They were in the middle of the Indian ocean, far away from any human settlements, they even had a barrier especially for situations like this. It prevented anyone from seeing the island with the naked eye, to everyone else it looked like a storm with deep clouds, scary enough that no one had ever dared to go towards it…until now.

Despite all odds this werewolf, his…mate. Lennon finally realized that the beautiful creature with dark wine red fur, the same color he had seen in his vision, was his mate. The one he was bound to and destined to be with till the end of time. Everything made sense, the invisible line he felt pulling him towards the wolf, the hair/fur, and his especially emotional state. Lennon felt so hopeless, he didn't know what to do, he'd never met a werewolf. He had no knowledge on how to help the great majestic beast. All he could do was cry, the tears finally streaming down his face.

“Lennon…” a voice whispered. He turned around and saw a mirror of his own emotions. The same red eyes, waterfalls of tears, and raw sadness, heartbreak and confusion.