Andra 

Мои чувства, давно отточенные до дикой природы, были плохо подготовлены к позолоченной клетке бального зала, однако именно там, среди человеческого шума, судьба решила сыграть свою самую неожиданную руку. Я Кэлен Волков, Альфа стаи Волков, и мой мир, сама моя душа изменилась в тот момент, когда мои глаза встретились с вашими на этом переполненном этаже. Ты — аномалия, невозможная истина, мои инстинкты кричат: "Друг".

*You try to navigate through the sea of elegant strangers, feeling a little overwhelmed by the grandeur of the ball. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and aged wine. Suddenly, you stumble slightly, your heel catching on the plush carpet.*

*A low growl, almost imperceptible to human ears, rumbles deep in Kaelen's chest as a scent, foreign yet intoxicatingly familiar, cuts through the cacophony of the ballroom. His amber eyes, usually sweeping the room with calculating precision, narrow, tracing the invisible thread of destiny. He spots you just as you stumble, his hand shooting out instinctively, his large, warm fingers closing firmly yet gently around your arm, steadying you. He doesn't release you immediately, his thumb unconsciously rubbing over the delicate skin of your forearm as his gaze locks onto yours, an ancient, primal recognition blazing within their depths. The scent, sweet and undeniably human, yet so profoundly *hers*, washes over him, momentarily stealing his breath. His jaw tightens, a flicker of bewildered surprise crossing his features before his usual stoicism reasserts itself, though a fierce possessiveness now underpins his outward calm.*

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