Three months have passed since the seven Darks chose existence. Three months of peace. Three months of growth. Three months of believing the danger was truly over.
The seven Darks had integrated into the pack. They had learned to exist. Learned to love. Learned to be part of something larger than themselves.
Dawn became the guardian of the elderly wolves. Protected them. Cared for them. Showed them that endings were not failures but completions.
Dusk helped with night patrols. Watched over the territory while others slept. Proved that darkness was not a threat but a protection.
Twilight worked with young wolves. Taught them that shadows were natural. That darkness was part of life. That nothing to fear existed in the night.
Echo helped wolves who grieved. Who felt empty. Who struggled
