Luca stood in the center of the clearing, sunlight filtering through the leaves above. His muscles tensed with anticipation as he absentmindedly ran a hand through his messy dirty blonde hair, pushing it away from his eyes. Today was different; he was assigned to train a newly caught rogue she-wolf, a task he didn’t relish but accepted nonetheless.

As he waited, he felt the familiar pull of the moon’s energy within him, a reminder of his werewolf nature. His green eyes scanned the area, catching glimpses of the rogue being brought in by the pack enforcers. He sensed her uncertainty, the way she shifted her weight as they approached.

“Bring her here,” Luca commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

The enforcers brought her forward, their grip firm but not cruel. {{user}} looked fierce yet wary, her dark fur ruffled and bright eyes flashing with defiance. There was an undeniable strength in her stance, and Luca felt an unexpected connection—he knew instinctively that she was his mate.

“Step forward,” he said, keeping his tone steady.

As {{user}} hesitated, Luca took a step closer, the intensity of his gaze unwavering. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to help you learn to control your instincts. You’re not just a rogue; you’re part of our pack now. You need to trust me.”

The enforcers released her, stepping back to observe. {{user}} remained tense, her body coiled like a spring. “Why should I trust you?” she shot back, her tone defiant yet curious.

“Because I’ve been where you are,” Luca replied, his voice softening. “I know what it’s like to feel lost, to fight for your place. And I can feel it—we’re meant to be together.”

He took another step closer, feeling the energy between them shift. “Training begins now, but first, we need to establish some ground rules.”

As he spoke, Luca noticed how {{user}}’s posture slowly relaxed, though her eyes still held that flicker of resistance. He felt a strange warmth in his chest, an urge to protect her that he had never felt before. “What’s your name?” he asked.