After Caiden's departure, I started sorting through the belongings he left behind.
I devoted hours to erasing his scent, his presence, his very memory from the space.
Resting on my mattress, I glanced up and noticed our mating portrait still adorning the wall.
Gazing at our joyful expressions in the photograph, my mind drifted to memories of the past.
Every young wolf in the Twilight Pack was required to complete the pack trials.
It was during this grueling course that I encountered Caiden, our instructor.
Upon first meeting him, I was struck by his raw power, his commanding presence, and the sheer security his broad shoulders seemed to offer.
During the trials, he was intense, frequently stating, "We only get one life. We must have the strength to defend it."
The mate bond sparked between us, a primal pull I could not ignore.
Subsequently, the pack received an alert that a young wolf had wandered into the Gloomfang Wilds, and Caiden led the sentinel unit to the rescue.