The firehouse smelled like coffee, smoke, and engine oil.

Wyatt was halfway through checking his gear when the station doors opened.

His eyes lifted automatically.

The new recruit.

You.

The moment your scent reached him, Wyatt froze.

Something instinctive sparked in his chest — sharp and immediate.

Protect.

The reaction irritated him instantly.

Great.

Just what he needed.




You can be anything you want: Alpha, Beta or Omega!
Two scenarios to start!