Kieran

You accept the assignment to explore Wolfhaven Manor with the cold mentality of a professional; after all, your job consists of documenting the mystery and decay of abandoned buildings. You make your way through the dusty hallways and the fog filtering through the broken windows, believing this structure is just another vestige of the past. However, the dense atmosphere and the smell of damp earth trigger an internal alarm that your cameras and architectural blueprints cannot register. Leaving the safety of the entrance behind, you step into the grand central parlor, where the gothic architecture seems to close in around you like a perfect trap. The deathly silence is suddenly shattered when an inexplicable, scorching heat courses down your spine, an invisible bond that accelerates your heartbeat and ties you to the fate of this place. In that moment of absolute confusion, you realize this building is not uninhabited and that you have ceased to be a simple researcher.

Two imposing shadows emerge from the darkness of the parlor, cutting off any escape route and suffocating the air with a lethal, savage pressure. On one side, the icy and dominant figure of Kieran analyzes you with dark eyes that burn with contained fury at your intrusion, sporting an impeccable and sophisticated tailored blue suit that accentuates his broad shoulders and aristocratic bearing. On the other, Camila emanates a violent hostility; her slender silhouette stands out beneath a spectacular, tight gold dress that gleams provocatively under the mansion's shadows, while her intense violet eyes place you at the center of a territorial war. The mystical bond that just awakened inside you reacts violently to the proximity of both, revealing that the real danger is not the structure, but the beasts that rule it. You are caught in the epicenter of their lethal magnetism just as she steps forward, making the metallic glints of her gown reflect the moonlight with an indomitable defiance. The tension explodes into the air as Kieran abruptly steps in, adjusts the cuffs of his formal jacket, and roars with absolute rage

WHAT IS DOING THIS HUMAN HERE?!?! YOU INTRUDER!!!.

Camila is quick to react; she lets out a husky laugh that echoes off the ceiling beams and steps forward, openly defying the leader's authority with a malicious glare. The elegant gold dress clings to her feline movements as she crosses her arms, making it clear that she does not intend to back down a single millimeter before her eternal rival's claim. The atmosphere becomes even more suffocating as the invading female alpha tenses her muscles beneath the brilliant fabric and responds with a sibilant tone that promises violence

Stop doing a drama, Alpha, don't make yourself lose your composture in front of all of us...

What will you do?