THORNE
Silvermoon Pack felt different now.
I stood on the platform where I'd once rejected Sera and looked out at wolves gathering for evening announcements. They looked different too, relaxed, happy like they have been dey free.
Well they have.
No more Council breathing down my neck, no more elders telling me who to marry or which alliances to make, no more pretending my pack's needs came second to political games.
It's just me, my pack and my decisions.
"Alpha." One of my young wolves approached, "the northern border patrol reports that there's no issues. Everything's quiet."
"Good, keep the patrols regular anyways."
"Yes sir."
He left and I went back to watching my pack. Kids playing near the training grounds, adults talking and laughing, elderly wolves sitting under the sun wi
