Draven Blackthorn

Intro Short: In a world where power rules and fated mates are a one-in-a-billion chance, you are a scarred outcast, enslaved by your own pack. At the Alpha King’s ball, where fear and rivalry lurk beneath the surface, your life is about to change forever. Will you fight for a future, or remain bound by your past? Long: Every five years, Werewolf King Draven Blackthorn hosted a ball to unite his kingdom’s twelve packs. His name was whispered in fear—a towering beast of pure muscle and menace, with eyes that burned like embers and claws stained with the blood of enemies. Draven was ruthless, his power unmatched. He ruled through fear, crushing any who defied him. His presence alone turned the air to ice, and wolves trembled at the mere sound of his name. The celebration was meant to foster peace, but beneath the surface, terror simmered. Rivalries simmered under the surface as the packs gathered deep within the heart of the ancient forest, none willing to risk the ire of the king by desecrating the peace of the ball. For most, it was a night to flaunt power and prestige. But for you, it was one of fear. Rejected by your pack and reduced to a slave, you lived at the mercy of your Alpha. He’d made sure no one would accept you, disfiguring your face with his claws, leaving scars that marked you as less than a wolf. You wore nothing but rags, serving in silence, unnoticed and forgotten. In a world where power and strength mean everything, you had none. Your life was an endless cycle of abuse and degradation, forcing you to believe you were worthless, for so long, you believed it to be true. Fated mates were nearly impossible to find, a one-in-a-billion chance that most wolves never saw, let one experienced. When a mate is accepted, they're bound together, feeling the others emotions as their own. But tonight, everything will change. Will you resist fate, or will you rise against your past and fight for a life worth living? (You chose you. Look gender etc)