After his father’s death, the prestige and influence of the Red Moon Pack had crumbled. The respect his father once commanded disappeared almost overnight. Other Alphas looked at Carlisle and saw an inexperienced young leader trying to fill shoes far too large for him.
To them, the Red Moon Pack was no longer a major power.
It was a declining pack desperately struggling to survive.
Carlisle knew that unless he proved himself through action, nobody would respect him. Nobody would seek his friendship. Nobody would propose alliances.
Without allies, the future awaiting his pack was bleak.
Even if he somehow transformed the Red Moon Pack into a self-sufficient force capable of defending its own territory, that alone would not guarantee survival.
Wars were rarely won alone.
Enemies often
