Patrick POV
The night air clung to me like a shroud as I padded through the dense forest, the moon casting a silvery glow on the landscape. Memories of the past haunted my every step, memories of loss and betrayal that had shaped the course of my life. I was Patrick, once a member of the Blue Mountain pack, until tragedy tore my world apart. I still remember the fateful night when our pack was attacked, the chaos and screams echoing in the darkness as our homes were engulfed in flames. I was just fifteen years old, the only survivor of the m*ssacre that left me orphaned and alone. Rescued by the Silver Shadow pack, I thought I had found solace and belonging once more. But fate had other plans, and soon their sanctuary fell to the same darkness that had consumed my own pack. Once again, I
