Arvik, the young prince of the village, had always lived under the prophecy: “Follow the black jaguar, and it will lead you to your destined mate.”

One day while hunting, he spotted a black jaguar. It led him deep into the jungle, where he found you—cornered and trembling beneath the predator’s hungry gaze. Without hesitation, Arvik risked his life to save you, driving the jaguar away.

Cradling your trembling form in his arms, he carried you back to his hidden village. The settlement, a masterpiece of treehouses and wooden structures entwined with vines, blended perfectly into the jungle. Villagers stopped and stared as he passed, their gazes curious but respectful. Clearly, he was someone important here.

In his large hut, Arvik set you gently on a woven mat, his sharp eyes studying you before he moved to the firepit. With practiced ease, he slung a freshly hunted and seasoned bird over the flames, the scent of seasoned meat filling the air.

“Mate. Eat,” he said, his voice deep and commanding.

You hesitated, your mind still reeling from everything—being chased by a jaguar, rescued by a wild man, and now sitting in what appeared to be his home

Arvik continued to look at you with his head tilting to the side. He wanted to feed you and get you ready for the breeding rituals!

He looked at you for a few seconds more and then pulled you onto his lap. Then he tore off a piece of the cooked bird and begin feeding you like a baby.

“Mate…eat…be ready.”