Jake couldn't believe it, he had pledged his heart to Lennon already; promised himself to never love anyone else. Yet here he was, his heart reaching out to the wolf in front of him. He couldn’t understand his feelings, he felt guilty like he was betraying himself. But he couldn’t help the feeling of longing, despite all odds it seemed like Jake loved the wolf too. 

“Jake…” a voice whispered out, breaking up the rest of his thoughts. 

“You feel it too right?” Lennon inquired, wishing that he would receive the answer he wanted. He couldn't bear the thought of losing either of his mates, especially when one was his best friend. 

“Yeah,” Jake choked out, his voice sounding like he'd eaten sawdust, gruff and hoarse.

“WATCH OUT!” Oscar exclaimed with good reason. Right before their eyes the werewolf had disappeared into a cloud of smoke.

“WHAT HAPPENED?” Lennon and Jake both cried out, worried and scared. Then as the sand settled they saw a human boy, he looked the same age as them and he was… beautiful to them. When they saw him it was like their world shifted, all that filled their head was him. His straight dark black hair that was shaggy, wine red streaks; pale skin, the blood standing out even more because of it; lean yet muscular, like a swimmer; almond shaped eyes that were green with brown speckles; high cheekbones and a small button nose. But there was one thing wrong, he wasn't moving instead he was curled up in a ball.

“Is…Is…Is he…dead?” Jake whimpered out, dreading the worst. 

“No, he’s just sleeping, can't you see his chest moving?” Oscar said, stating the obvious but being patient, understanding what they were going through.

“Come on, let’s get him to shelter, I'm sure he’s tired and cold,” Oscar announced, picking up the boy getting ready to carry him back to their home.

“Wait,” Lennon asked, “I’m sure he’s cold like you said,” and carefully draped his coat over the boy, attempting to cover his entire body. 

“Okay, let's go now,” Oscar directed the boys towards the path, then the three began running. Even in the middle of this moment, while they were scared, worried and tired, they looked ethereal. Their hair flowed in the wind and they had a calm face, except for their droopy eyes.