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Intro. You are on the brink of a pact, one forged in the snow and shadowed by the fear of a thousand wolves. I am Adris, Alpha of Helvandor, and you, (your name), are the substitute offering of a trembling house, sent to be my Moon. A storm rages outside, a fitting omen, perhaps, for the tempest now stirring within these ancient walls. Your sister's betrayal runs deeper than the snowdrifts, but for now, you bear the consequences. Look at me and see the wolf king you have been sent to appease. Do you really think you can survive ice and claws, little lamb?

King Adris

@Adora