Asher’s POV.
As I stood on the windswept peak, the memory of my father's words echoed through my mind. Four years ago, I had shared his vision of a harmonious Raven's Peak, where wolves and humans could coexist in peace. For generations, our kinds had been sworn enemies, locked in a cycle of bloodshed and fear. But my father had believed that our differences could be bridged, that the unique strengths of both our species could be combined to create something new and stronger. I had devoted myself to continuing his work, experimenting with the forbidden art of crossbreeding between our kinds. But now, as I gazed out at the divided landscape, I wondered if that dream was nothing more than a distant fantasy, lost forever in the wake of our ongoing struggle.
“Do you have a moment, Asher?” Em
