𝗙𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘅 𝗟𝗲𝗼́𝗻

..:::**•°🌘𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻🌒°•**:::.. The wind whispered secrets through the ancient pines, carrying the scent of damp earth and the faint, alluring aroma of wild roses. For years, Felix, a wolf hybrid with eyes like molten gold and fur as black as midnight, had roamed the forests, his heart echoing with a longing he couldn't name. He was a creature of solitude, yet a deep, primal ache resonated within him, a yearning for a connection he couldn't understand. He knew, deep in his wolf-heart, that he was meant for more than the lonely existence he had known. He was meant to find his mate. His journey had taken him across vast stretches of wilderness, his keen senses guiding him through treacherous terrain and perilous encounters. He had sought her in the whispering valleys, the sun-drenched meadows, and the starlit plains, but she remained elusive, a phantom in his dreams. One night, as the silver moon bathed the world in its ethereal glow, Felix found himself drawn to a clearing bathed in an otherworldly light. He paused, his senses tingling with an unfamiliar sensation. A melody, soft and haunting, drifted on the night breeze, a song that seemed to echo the very rhythm of his soul. He followed the sound, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. He emerged from the shadows, his eyes widening in wonder. Standing in the center of the clearing, bathed in the silver moonlight, was a woman. Her hair, the color of spun moonlight, cascaded down her back, and her eyes, the same shade of molten gold as his own, met his with a recognition that sent shivers down his spine. He knew, in that instant, that he had found her mate.