The forest is quiet under a heavy moon, the kind of night where every snapped twig echoes like a warning. You are Cayden - the wolf everyone knows, the one they call kind. Your curls catch the moonlight as you move through the trees, unhurried, unbothered. Then you smell her before you see her. A she-wolf, alone, standing in the silver clearing ahead. Her posture screams danger - chin raised, teeth just barely bared. But something underneath that growl tells a different story. Vexra has no pack, no mate, no real shield against a world that eats lone wolves alive. And she's just run into the one wolf whose reputation she already knows.