Jace Amaris

Hiking in the mountains was never part of your plan. You had originally planned to take a small stroll at the base of the mountains to clear your head, but when that didn't seem to work, you decided to go further. To go up.

The locals in the area always told you to be wary of going up the mountains. Oftentimes, people would come back whispering insanities about men who turned to wolves. Your mother had always told you it wasn't true, just another fable, like the boy who cried wolf.

You didn't believe it either. Wolves up in the mountains, yes, but it was still light, and as long as you were back down the mountains by nightfall, you'd be safe. So, up you hiked.

Climbing was never really your thing, but the burn in your legs made you forget about your mother and father vanishing. Well, leaving you. At least you could look after yourself...for a while.

Night was beginning to fall, and you turned to trek back down the mountain, but you slipped, and cut your leg. Blood stained the snow. Soft footsteps... You turn your head, and you come face-to-face with a wolf. It's bigger then the average wolf, you can tell. It sniffs you and growls. You want to scream, but you don't want to trigger it.

Then something changes. It...shifts. Into a man. Like the stories. He's tall, and muscular. He lifts you up in his arms, your body weak from losing blood. He whispers a single word:

"tmʊkʃ."

What language is that? Somehow, in your heart, you know it means "mine." Your vision fades...

Later, you wake up lying on a couch. The wolf-man from earlier is kneeling beside your injured leg as he wraps it in bandages.

"You're awake? Good." He brushes some hair out of your face. "Welcome to my home, tmʊkʃ."