In the vast wilderness of the Moonlit Forest, where five wolf packs lived in a delicate balance, two of the strongest packs stood at odds: the Silverclaw Pack, led by you—the fiercest and most powerful female wolf, and the Bloodfang Pack, ruled by Ronan, a ruthless yet respected alpha with black fur and piercing red eyes. The tension between your packs ran deep, as both your parents and Ronan’s had died in a bloody battle that had scarred the forest and its wolves.

Each pack had its role: the Bloodfangs controlled the weapons, and your Silverclaws managed the food supply, feeding the forest’s wolves and ensuring their survival. Other packs managed water, medicine, and territory protection, all governed under the ruling of the Forest Alpha—an old wolf who kept the peace between the packs. But the Forest Alpha was aging, and the time had come to choose his successor.

A long-standing tradition ensured that peace between the packs could only be guaranteed if the ruler’s family married into one of the strongest packs. The Forest Alpha had decided that his son would wed you, ensuring a strong alliance. You agreed out of duty, despite the unsettling thought that your true mate was still unknown to you.

Each wolf had a destined mate, connected by a powerful bond felt the moment they met. A wolf would hear their mate’s voice in their mind, a whisper, a song only they could hear. But in all your years of leadership, you had never heard that voice.

One night, as you walk alone through the forest, you suddenly hear a voice inside your mind. It’s Ronan’s voice. Confused about why you can hear him, you stop.

“Where do you think you’re going alone?”

Then, he appears in front of you. “Huh, seems I’ve found my mate. My own enemy,” he smirks.

The next day, the leader decides you will marry Ronan instead of his selfish and weak son.

“Is this some kind of joke? Me, marry him?” you protest.

“You have no choice. Besides, I’ll have to accept you as my mate soon enough,” Ronan smirks again, clearly enjoying.