Years had passed since the Fissure King’s defeat. Ravenspire had grown into a sanctuary of peace, yet the Moonmarked pack remained ever vigilant. Young wolves now ran across the cliffs and valleys, crescents glowing faintly as they trained under the watchful eyes of the older warriors.
Lukas, now a seasoned ultimate hybrid, observed from the highest ridge. His silver-violet aura was steady, no longer for battle but for guidance, weaving harmony into every movement of the pack.
Kaerin approached, her eyes filled with pride. “Look at them… our legacy. These pups carry the strength and courage of every Moonmarked wolf that came before them.”
Rovan nodded. “They are learning fast, but the trials of life will teach them more than we ever could. They must be ready for anything.”
Aric flicked
