"Kaelan," she said, her voice smooth and enchanting. "I am Elara, of the Silver Moon pack. I've come seeking refuge."
His heart raced. "Refuge? From what?"
"From a darkness that seeks to consume our lands," she replied, sadness clouding her features. "My pack has been hunted, and we were forced to flee. I felt the bond calling to me from afar. I didn't know it would lead me here."
Surging protectiveness rushed through him. "Then you are safe here, with us. You have my word."
But with the bond came the tension of uncertainty. The Midnight Vale and Silver Moon packs had been rivals for generations. The very idea of an alliance was treacherous and laden with conflict.
Elara's eyes softened. "We can unite our packs. Together, we stand stronger against the darkness that threatens our homes."
Kaelan hesitated, the weight of leadership settling upon him. "It is not just about the packs. It is about us. You are my mate, which makes you part of this family. Can our bond be trusted?"
"I believe it can," she replied, her gaze unwavering. "Magic brought me here for a reason; I can feel the pull of our connection." Her smile shined brightly as she said it.