The forest was alive with the soft rustling of leaves, and a gentle breeze whispered through the towering trees, carrying the scent of pine and earth. Moonlight bathed the clearing in a silvery glow, casting long shadows on the ground. Adrian, his eyes reflecting the lunar light, stood at the edge of the pack's territory, his posture commanding and vigilant.
By his side, Elara, his mate and the new Alpha's Luna, gazed out into the woods, her thoughts a swirling tempest of emotions. They had come a long way since the turmoil that had rocked Silverwood, their home. The pack was slowly finding its footing again, and under their guidance, peace had begun to settle over the land.
The transition to leadership had not been easy. Adrian had grown into his role as Alpha, a powerful and steadfast
