Years had passed since the Shadow Commander’s defeat. Ravenspire had healed. The cliffs once scarred by fissure energy now shimmered under the silver glow of the moon. Forests thrived, streams sparkled, and the valley was alive with the harmonious energy of the Moonmarked pack.
Lukas, older yet still commanding, stood atop the highest cliff. His silver-violet aura pulsed softly, not for battle, but as a living symbol of protection and guidance. Beside him were Kaerin, Aric, and Rovan, their fur touched with faint silver from years of service, eyes proud and vigilant.
“The valley has grown,” Kaerin said softly. “And so has the pack. Look at them… our legacy.”
Rovan nodded. “The Moonmarked have endured every test. The next generation carries the strength, courage, and wisdom of all who ca
