The morning chorus of chirping birds pierced the silence, dragging me out of slumber before the sun had fully risen. It wasn’t the first time their relentless chatter had disturbed my sleep, and I suspected it wouldn’t be the last. Resigned, I stretched, climbed out of bed, and reached for my diary.
Flipping through its pages, I realized two years had slipped by in what felt like an instant. Two years of bustling days and occasional peace, spent running between Idris’s residence and Silvercrest’s territory.
Though the wolves often clashed in battles, Silvercrest had grown significantly during this time, absorbing members from defeated packs and refugees alike. Evelina, never one to miss a chance to gloat, frequently boasted that their pack was now among the largest in Gordondale.
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