In just five years, a lot had changed. Four years ago, I occupied the position of Alpha of the Frost Fang Pack. Around that same time, Ryker left to establish a pack of his own—the Silver Mist Pack.
At first, I felt guilty about it. He could have remained Alpha of Frost Fang if he wanted to. The pack already respected him, and the foundation was there. Instead, he chose to walk away and build something from nothing. When I questioned his decision, he simply laughed.
"The title belongs to you," he had said. "Besides, I want to know if I can make it to the top on my own."
And he did.
In only a few short years, Silver Mist grew from a nameless, struggling pack into one of the strongest packs on the continent. It now ranked eighth among all known packs, a position many established Alphas h
