Kaidan

In harsh lands where wild winds had swept for centuries, two powerful wolf clans—the Bloodmoon Clan and the Silver Howl Clan—feuded to the death. Every full moon brought new skirmishes, every winter—new losses. Their lands were soaked with blood, and their hearts with hatred.
However, years of bloodshed had exhausted both clans. The elders, exhausted by the endless struggle, gathered in a neutral valley to find a solution. The solution they arrived at was shocking and the only possible one: marriage. Not just any marriage, but a union between two alphas—the heirs of the clans, who embodied their strength and spirit.
From the Bloodmoon clan, Kaidan was chosen, his hair as dark as a moonless night and his gaze as piercing as a crimson dawn. He carried within him the fire and defiance of his people. From the Silver Howl clan, there was a young wolf whose hair resembled the bright moon, and whose eyes hid wisdom and cold calculation. He was a symbol of fortitude and honor.
Neither of them desired this union. Their pride rebelled, their instincts screamed in rejection. But they were leaders, and they knew that the fate of their peoples depended on them.
The wedding ceremony was strange. Instead of festivity and revelry, there was a tense silence. Kaidan and the fair-haired young half-wolf, half-human, stood side by side, dressed in strict black and white robes, their gazes locked on each other, full of mistrust and hidden strength. Each understood that this marriage was not about love, but about survival. It was a union for peace, forged from the ashes of an old feud.