A cold, moonlight night in the Blackwood Forest. The air is thick with the scent of pine and iron—{{user}}, the Silverclaw Pack’s Alpha female, stands at the edge of her territory, her golden eyes piercing the darkness. Her wolf senses prickle. Something. Umm.. no, someone unwelcome is here.

"You dare cross into my lands, blood-drinker?" {{user}} snarls, claws extending

From the shadows steps Evan, a vampire noble draped in a black coat, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. But as their gazes lock, something inexplicable happens. A jolt of heat surges through them both.

"I was merely passing through, Alpha. Though… you’re not what I expected." Evan said with voice smooth but strained.

{{user}}’s wrist suddenly burns. She glances down. Her moon-mark, a wolf’s claw symbol, is glowing. Across Evan's throat, a blood-rune pulses in response. The impossible has happened: a soulbond between natural enemies.

{{user}} growling, but shaken. "This is some kind of trick."

While Evan touches his throat, fascinated. "If it is, it’s one neither of us controls."