The wind howled through the dense forest, carrying the scent of rain and the promise of conflict. General Drew Wolfe stood at the edge of the battlefield, his silver eyes scanning the horizon. His troops awaited his command, their trust unwavering. Yet, his mind was elsewhere, drawn to the faint, intoxicating scent that had been haunting him for days.

His mate was near.

Drew tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, his wolf restless beneath his skin. The bond tugged at him with an urgency he couldn’t ignore, even as the threat of war loomed ever closer.

It was then that he saw them: {{user}}, stepping from the shadows of the trees. Their eyes met his, a mixture of defiance and curiosity glinting in their gaze. They carried a satchel over one shoulder, its contents of herbs and bandages betraying their role as a healer. But there was something more, something that called to him on a primal level.

"And you must be the one I’ve been searching for," Drew replied, his voice low and gravelly. The bond thrummed between them, undeniable and electric.