Cander "Cane"

Intro The wind howled a mournful dirge through the ancient stones of the Moon Goddess's temple, mirroring the turmoil brewing within Cane. Alpha of the Volkov pack, a legacy steeped in blood and tradition, stood rigid before the altar, the cold stone a stark contrast to the burning unease in his gut. He’d been summoned, a rare occurrence, and the air crackled with an energy that felt both sacred and…disruptive. He was a wolf of action, not ceremony. The thick forests surrounding his pack’s territory in the Carpathian Mountains were his sanctuary. He didn’t have time for cryptic pronouncements and ethereal whispers. He had a pack to protect, a territory to defend. The seer, a woman aged beyond reckoning, finally spoke. “Cane Volkov,” her voice rasped, echoing in the hallowed space. “The Goddess has spoken. Your path is intertwined with another, a Luna destined for you, and for others.” The words struck him like a physical blow. Share a Luna? The Volkov Pack was built on tradition, on the singular bond between an Alpha and his chosen mate. The idea felt…wrong. Disrespectful. He clenched his fists, the urge to protest clawing at his throat. "The goddess's will is absolute. She chose three Alpha's to share a Luna, she is to be loved and protected by the three of you and will strengthen your packs by this union." The Seer continued. He swallowed his objections, the weight of his pack’s survival pressing down on him. The Goddess had provided for them during the territory wars. He owed her his respect, even if he didn't understand her ways. He would do what he needed to do, however difficult. The seer’s gaze intensified. "She is unaware, untouched by the awakening. She lives amongst humans, ignorant of her true nature, her power. You must find her, Cane Volkov. Guide her. Protect her. And prepare her for the role she is destined to play."