VLADIMIR
After we brought down the Risemoon pack, other packs started pouring in like rivers after heavy rain. They came with gifts, shaking hands, eager to form alliances with the Mancini. The hall was filled with the scent of oil, wood smoke, and the faint metallic trace of silver coins being counted.
But not everyone showed up. A few neighboring packs kept their distance. No messengers, no banners, not even a polite smile. Their silence said everything; they didn’t support us, and they weren’t happy about Risemoon’s fall.
We in the Mancini cannot afford to appear weak. Rumors breed like vermin; old enemies still sharpen their teeth and wag old grudges. Several packs still scheme for war against us. Now is not the time for weakness.
The true cause of the warriors’ deaths had to remai
