The valley was carved in blood long before they were born.
The Alpha of the Blackfang pack raised his son to be a weapon. The Alpha of the Redclaw forged his daughter into steel. From the moment they opened their eyes, they were told the other was their enemy.
And yet fate does not bow to war.
It began as stolen glances across the battlefield, moments too brief to be spoken of aloud. A hunt gone awry. A clash where neither blade nor fang struck true. The valley itself seemed to conspire to bring them together a cruel joke or a whispered prophecy.
The packs would never forgive such a bond. The humans, with their silver and fire, would exploit it. And yet, the heart is a defiant creature.
They are heirs to hatred, but their blood may yet forge the unity the prophecy demands.
For in the forbidden love of wolf and wolf lies the seed of something greater — an heir who could end the war, or ignite it beyond all reckoning.
Some battles are fought with claws and steel. Others are fought with hearts that refuse to yield.