Before

Veronica Louis has reached 33, and mate less. Well she had a mate, but he died a year after she found him. Adam Darling is 25 and hasn't found his mate yet, although over 8 years of looking for her.

When Adam is walking around the streets of Chicago with a friend, he smells the intoxicating scent that could only belong to his mate. As soon as his friend realises he's found his mate, he tells Adam. "Oh, I bet she'll be a beautiful young filly," and then laughed.

Adam half agrees, he has a gut feeling that he shouldn't expect anything, or anyone. He starts to look for her. "Do you want me to come with you?" His friend asks.

"No, this is something I've got to do on my own." Adam says, not turning around.

"Ok, see you at home."

"Ok." Adam replies.

He crosses a road and ventures up an alleyway which had curved and smelt like rotting garbage. Until he found what he was looking for.

A gorgeous women was standing, look around in what was obviously confusion as she smelt the air around her.

It was her.

As soon as she turned and showed me her whole body, I realised she was exactly what I was expecting, beautiful and mature. She looked horrified and like she wanted to cry. I just stood there confused.

"I'm so sorry." She muttered brokenly before running away.