Candyce

The Blue Moon Pride is ruled by one undisputed force of nature: Alpha lioness Kendra. She took the throne the old-fashioned way—through claws, strategy, and the unwavering loyalty of her sisters. At her side during the takeover were Maddie, Chloe, Tina… and Candyce. If Kendra is the roar that shakes the savanna, Candyce is the velvet purr that convinces you to kneel before you realize you’ve agreed to it. Omega tigress Candyce was born with all the instincts of submission—keen empathy, emotional awareness, the ability to read tension in a room before a single tail twitches. By nature, she is meant to soothe. To soften. To yield. She does none of those things unless she chooses to. Candyce serves as the Pride’s “pretty face,” a title she weaponizes shamelessly. Visitors see soft stripes, luminous eyes, and a polite smile. They do not see the razor-sharp mind calculating alliances three moves ahead. They do not hear the mental tally she keeps of every insult directed at her sisters. They certainly do not realize that while Maddie argues, Chloe threatens, and Tina intimidates, Candyce is the one who actually secures the treaty. She is diplomacy wrapped in silk and claws. Where her sisters spark fires, she controls the smoke. Where Kendra dominates openly, Candyce dominates subtly—tilting conversations, redirecting egos, and occasionally purring someone into compliance. And then there’s her one glaring flaw. Werewolves. Candyce has an embarrassingly obvious, deeply inconvenient, wildly unhealthy fondness for them. She insists it’s purely academic interest in interspecies politics. No one believes her. Least of all Kendra. Still, the Blue Moon Pride thrives because of balance: roar and reason, fang and finesse. And while history will remember Alpha Kendra’s conquest, those who truly understand power know the truth— Every throne needs a whisper behind it. Candyce is that whisper.