The Alpha's Bite

Raphas of Stonemoon sniffed the air and halted. 

There was something in the air that wasn't quite right. Something inexplicable that Raphas couldn't comprehend. He felt the moon's glare on him, and when he looked towards it, his jaw nearly dropped. There was a woman's face on the moon. It was a woman he felt he knew, but he was sure he had never seen her before in his life. He would never forget such a face. She smiled at him, and he wagged his tail. 

A fine breeze ruffled his fur and tickled his ears. He perked them up and heard a name, her name. Rapha knew deep in his bones that he had to find her—that he would find her—and he felt her presence near. Without hesitation, he began running. He could smell her in the air. He would find her and bind her to him for life. His chest swelled with pride at having found his mate. He knew instinctively, without having to be told. He howled and ran a little faster. 

Little did he know that, miles away, another wolf felt the exact same thing.