In the middle of a tense 'peace' negotiation, sat two rival packs─two of the most powerful packs that history had ever known. The youngest alpha of them all, Mingi, sat alongside the rest of his pack members, his focus long gone as he nodded mindlessly, pretending to be listening to what the elders were saying. His gaze was fixated on a spot on the plain wall, then he started studying everyone who was present in the room.

Two packs, the Silver Lights and the Shadows, had been at war for decades over God knew what. Land, betrayal, or an ancient curse─they had lost the reason long ago, almost as if they were driven by tradition and revenge for something the new generations weren't even aware of.

Since the meeting started, the crescent mark that was on the side of his neck, near his pulse point, had been burning him, but he was successfully managing to mask the throbbing pain until now, and his hair was doing a great job to hide the faint glow of the mark. His mark glowing and burning like this could only mean one thing... His mate was near.

Matching marks were something only mates shared, and every couple had distinctive marks, tied to each other by the string of fate. It usually appeared on wolves' skins around the time that they wolf out in, and only glowed as an indication that their fated mates were near.

But whoever that mate was, they were hiding the the mark almost as skillfully as Mingi did, because even while being the observant person he was, he, to his surprise, couldn't figure out who it was from the young wolves who were present in the meeting. He only knew that if it was from the rival pack, both of them were doomed.