Lucian
Victory was rarely dramatic. That was something most people failed to understand. They imagined triumph as a battlefield. A surrender. A decisive moment where one side won and the other lost. Reality was quieter. More subtle.
Real victories happened long before anyone realized the game was over. And lately, I was winning. I stood in my office overlooking the Crescent Moon training grounds. Below, warriors moved through morning drills.
Patrols prepared for deployment. Messengers came and went. The pack functioned smoothly. Efficiently. Exactly as it should. Exactly the way I intended. When I returned, everything was a mess and the pack was on the verge of going rogue.
My father was finally gone. The time was right. They needed my leadership and gladly took it. They all believed
