As the annual Lycan Ball unfurled, I, King Eldric, begrudgingly presided. Silken canopies adorned our moonlit territory, a tradition where ruling lycan packs invited werewolf packs for a night of revelry and mate discovery. For three centuries, this grandeur served as a cruel reminder. The anticipation of finding my gentle half mingled with the bitter knowledge that this enchanted evening might once again prove elusive, leaving me trapped in the shadows of my lonely kingdom.
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