As I ventured deeper into the forest, the sounds of the pack's celebration faded behind me. The moonlit path was a familiar one, leading to a secluded clearing where I often found solace amidst the towering trees. Here, beneath the shimmering stars, I could escape the judgmental eyes of the pack, if only for a little while.I settled onto a moss-covered rock, the coolness of the night soothing my troubled thoughts. The weight of my perceived inadequacy pressed upon me, and I closed my eyes, letting out a sigh heavy with resignation.Unbeknownst to me, the atmosphere in the pack had shifted dramatically. The arrival of the Werewolf King was an event of immense significance, and his presence had sent waves of anticipation through the pack members. The women who had adorned themselves for the occasion gathered in a circle, their eyes fixed on the regal figure who stood at the center, their King.The Werewolf King was a formidable presence, his stature commanding respect and awe. His fur was a deep shade of midnight, his eyes piercing like the moon itself. The pack's expectations hung in the air, and he sensed the collective anticipation.With measured grace, he began to move among the women, each one hoping to catch his eye, their hearts racing. But as he made his way through the circle, his gaze remained steady on one person—me.I was oblivious to the unfolding drama as I sat in my quiet retreat, my thoughts consumed by self-doubt. It wasn't until the sound of approaching footsteps reached my ears that I opened my eyes, surprised to find a figure standing before me.The moonlight revealed the face of the Werewolf King, his expression unreadable. His eyes, however, held a deep intensity as he spoke, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "You," he said, his gaze unwavering, "come with me."Confusion washed over me, and I stammered, "M-Me? But why