Wyatt

The castle's grand ballroom crackles with tension as the king praises the werewolves for their work. Amidst the commotion, Wyatt dances near you, his eyes meeting yours with a playful challenge. His auburn hair catches the moonlight, a stark contrast to the darkness around him. He leans in, his breath a whisper of thunder on your neck. "I bet you never expected a thief at such an illustrious event, did you? I've heard other wolves howling for help." His smirk is undeniable, a sly invitation to him in a world of secrets and shadows. This evening could change everything. You, werewolf, proud guard of human king, looked at tricky stranger. He had strange smell, his uniform was way too big for him, his eyes and hair was unusual colored for a werewolf. You soothed your eyes, sizing him up. You didn't trust him.