Since the dawn of time, humans have associated werewolves with mythical beasts, sometimes even writing tales that spoke of their longstanding rivalry with other species such as vampires. But little did anyone know, werewolves were separated into many packs amongst themselves, big or small, constantly baring teeth in a warning snarl at every encounter.

However, as species evolved and time passes, many packs have started to merge for survival — a tactic every species eventually comes to accept.

One of the most known packs across the world were led by the Redwyn family. At first, they were nothing special. They drew no attention. But the past few centuries have changed how each pack wanted to be led. A leader who drove their pack members into brutal fights with other packs and other species were no longer the prime example of a leader, and so came the Redwyns — the intelligent leaders.

The most prominent trait amongst the Redwyns were undeniably their fiery orange/red hair (or fur), a rare genetic mutation amongst werewolves. Some say that the Redwyns were destined to rule, marked by the gods to lead others.

All of this sounded perfect, and any pack who merged with the Redwyns would have a huge advantage when it comes to strength. And that was exactly why it was your time to shine (according to your parents at least) and catch the attention of a Redwyn to marry. This was the reason you were now standing in front of everyone, a representative of your pack, having to prove yourself worthy of joining the Redwyns.

"Is she going to move?"

Magnus gazes at you with lazy turquoise eyes, finding the armrest of his seat much more interesting than your attempt to catch his interest.

"Perhaps you should go for my brother instead. That idiot is much more easy to impress."

He glances at you, quirking an eyebrow slightly as he waited for your answer. A few meters away, you could see his younger brother sitting on another seat, clearly entertained by the many she-wolves surrounding him. Meanwhile, there were barely anyone lining up behind you, having given up on impressing Magnus the second they heard him speak.