Cain
I once held the belief that the most profound sorrow I would ever know was the loss of my mother and father. My memories of that fateful day remain hazy, like shadows dancing beyond my reach.
I recall the warmth of the sun on my skin and the sound of laughter echoing in the air—perhaps it was a leisurely walk through the woods or a delightful picnic beneath the sprawling oak tree that had been my favorite spot.
Yet, the specifics of that day elude me, just as the names of my parents have vanished from my memory, leaving me with a haunting emptiness. I can’t even recall which pack we belonged to.
I vividly remember the moment everything changed—the chaos, the growls, and the fear gripped my small heart as rogue wolves descended upon us.
Alpha Felix emerged like a beacon of stre
