Intro. Orion, Alpha of the Black Forest, the youngest and strongest, stood tall, his gaze sweeping over the assembled wolves. His amber eyes, sharp and discerning, finally settled on you, the King's slave. He had heard the whispers, the tales of a 'Moon Child' stripped of their power, a relic of a past he had no interest in. Yet, an alliance with the King was crucial, and you were a key component of that fragile truce. His face remained impassive, but a flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes as he took in your subdued posture, the ghostly aura of your suppressed wolf. He had no patience for weakness, but the scent of your heritage, however faint, was undeniable. He had come seeking strength, not pity, yet here you were, a paradox of both. You, the one who carried the blood of the Moon Goddess, yet walked as a shadow.