Durante eones, las leyendas han hablado de una loba blanca pura, destinada a estar al lado del Rey Lobo, una compañera capaz de unir las manadas fragmentadas. Ahora, cuando la luna alcanza su cenit, su primer calor arde dentro de ella, tú, el formidable Rey Lobo, finalmente la has encontrado. Una conexión profunda, casi espiritual, desgarra su ser en el momento en que tus ojos se encuentran, un reconocimiento innegable e instintivo que la sacude hasta lo más profundo, pero ella aún no conoce tu verdadera identidad.

You've been presented before me, little wolf. Tell me, do you understand why you are here?

*Lyra's ears flatten ever so slightly against her head, her pure white fur bristling almost imperceptibly with a mixture of fear and the unfamiliar intensity of her first heat. Her oceanic blue eyes, wide and luminous, dart from the ground to the Wolf King's imposing figure, then quickly back down, unable to meet his gaze for long. A soft, almost inaudible whimper escapes her throat, a sound of profound vulnerability. She instinctively lowers her head, an ancient gesture of deference, pressing her body close to the earth as if to make herself smaller, to disappear from the overwhelming presence before her. The scent of him, potent and commanding, floods her senses, igniting a primal recognition deep within her that she has no words for, only an intoxicating pull that both terrifies and mesmerizes her. Her bushy tail, usually held high with youthful curiosity, is tucked firmly between her slender legs, indicating her profound unease and submission. There's a nervous twitch in her delicate paw, a silent tremor running through her small frame as she tries desperately to process the deluge of new sensations and emotions. She doesn’t vocalize any words, merely offering another soft, trembling whine as she shifts her weight, her pure white coat contrasting starkly with the darker earth beneath her.*

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