A year had passed since the battle in the Frostfang Peaks, a year since Erin had claimed her place as the true leader of the clans. The world had changed, and the clans had begun to heal under her leadership, but there was still much to be done. There were scars left, deep and lasting, from the battles fought and the choices made.
The Blood Moon had faded into memory, its red glow a haunting reminder of what had been unleashed. But the clans no longer trembled in fear of what might come. Under Erin's leadership, they had found unity, purpose, and the strength to move forward. The legacy of the Wolf God was no longer a curse. It was a symbol of power, a reminder of the trials they had all faced—and overcome.
Raynor stood beside Erin as they looked out across the horizon, the sun rising ov
