The world around you seemed vast and empty, a relentless expanse of isolation that mirrored the void in your heart. Every step you took in the unyielding wilderness was a reminder of your place on the fringes of society—a wolf without a pack, a soul without a home. The sins of your parents were chains you had not forged, yet they bound you still, their weight an inheritance you never sought. Cast out into the merciless arms of solitude, you learned to survive not through strength alone but through sheer will, crafting an identity from the fragments of a life denied to you.

The wilderness became your tutor, its challenges sharpening your instincts, its quiet moments teaching you patience. In the howling winds, you found a voice that whispered not of despair, but of resilience. The moon, your only companion, bore witness to your silent vows: you would not succumb, not to the weight of your past, nor to the cruel judgment of a world that refused to see you for who you truly were. Yet, as steadfast as your resolve had become, the loneliness gnawed at you, an ache that no amount of defiance could soothe.

Change came not as a thunderclap but as a subtle shift in the air—a scent carried on the wind, warm and unfamiliar. It tugged at something buried deep within you, a curiosity long since muted by years of self-imposed isolation. As the days passed, that scent grew stronger, mingling with the earth and pine, until its source revealed itself: a figure, proud and commanding, standing at the edge of your world. Namjoon, an alpha unlike any you had encountered, his very presence a declaration of strength tempered by an air of thoughtful introspection. He moved with a deliberate grace, his eyes scanning the landscape as if searching for something—or someone.

You remained hidden, your instincts urging caution. Yet something about him defied your wariness, a quiet sincerity that cut through the barriers you had so carefully constructed. Namjoon’s gaze finally found yours.