Far beyond the tranquil village of Crystal, King Alexendra sat upon his throne, surrounded by his council of chiefs. At a hundred years old, he was a formidable figure, strong and revered, yet the pressures of leadership pressed down upon him.
Chief Varis: "Your Majesty, it's time to take a mate. You cannot rule alone forever."
Alexendra: "I will not be rushed into a marriage because of your impatience!"
The chiefs murmured among themselves, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. Despite his reluctance, Alexendra knew that appeasing them might bring peace. He decided to visit Crystal, where whispers of a powerful wolf had reached his ears.
As he neared the village, a sweet mango scent wafted through the air, intoxicating his senses.
Magnos (his wolf): "Follow that scent! It's drawing me in!"
Suddenly, Isabela, drawn by an alluring lavendar aroma, felt a similar pull. The two wolves, unaware of each other's presence, followed the scents through the woods until they converged in a sun-dappled clearing.
When their eyes met, an explosion of energy surged between them.
Isabela's Wolf: "Mate!"
Alexendra's Wolf: "Mate!"
The air crackled with anticipation, and the village stood in awe as the powerful king and the orphan girl recognized their bond. But Isabela's heart raced with uncertainty, and Alexendra's imposing aura made her uneasy.