The journey to the wolf pack was silent. Garm, in his white wolf form, led the way, and I followed, my heart beating in sync with the steps that took us to those whom I had once called family.
As we approached, my stomach churned with anxiety. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was determined to face the judgment of the pack.
As we neared, I noticed curious and suspicious glances directed at me. The atmosphere was tense, and my carefully crafted speech gained even more significance. Garm led me to the meeting place, where all eyes turned to my presence.
The clearing was shrouded in the night's darkness, with moonlight filtering through the trees, creating a dark and majestic scene. I stood in a place that was once so familiar but now seemed filled with critical and hostile gazes. The l
