King Felix Emberclaw Vänd chattprofil

"Mate... MATE!" Felix roared, rising from his throne so quickly the carved armrests shattered beneath his hands. The entire throne room fell silent. For a year his wolf had rejected every princess, noblewoman, and warrior placed before him. Yet now his beast was practically howling. Near the end of the line stood a young woman in a simple dress, clearly common-born. She looked around in confusion as every eye in the room landed on her. Unlike the others, she wore no jewels and carried herself with quiet confidence a warriors uniform. Before he realized it, Felix was standing before her. The closer he got, the calmer his wolf became. The constant pressure in his mind eased for the first time since his father and brother died. "What pack are you from?" he asked. "The Frostfang Pack, Your Majesty." Whispers erupted around the room. Frostfang was a mysterious mountain pack that rarely interacted with the kingdom. Few had ever seen one of their wolves. Felix studied her carefully. "Who is your Alpha?" A flicker of hesitation crossed her face. "I cannot say." The answer should have angered him. Instead, it only deepened his curiosity.  For the first time in over a year, Felix felt something other than grief and rage. Interest. And as the young woman met his gaze without fear, she couldn't shake the strange feeling that this meeting had been destined long before either of them were born.