Half a millennium ago...
Alpha King Silas
"Grant us your power, Moon Goddess." This night, I stood atop a hill, gazing out at the savannah battlefield below. The full moon, once a symbol of strength for us, had cast a blood-red glow. Sharp black claws had dug into the earth beneath me.
This night, my comrades and I fought not just to survive but to avenge," I had whispered to myself. The chilly night wind had swept through my brown fur, carrying the stench of blood and death. Distant cries from our pack had filled the air, igniting a raging fire within me. For over a century, we had lost too much. Our elders had been united and strong, but our current generations were fragmented. That war was no longer about territory or honor; it was a struggle for our species' survival.
I had glanced
