Long before the first Alpha ruled and long before the packs established their dominion, there existed beings beyond the comprehension of mortals. Among them was a spirit so ancient, so tormented, that its very presence could warp reality. It had no name in the tongues of men, for to speak of it was to invite despair. But in the oldest records, buried beneath dust and secrecy, it was called the Harbinger of Ruin.
It was not born of flesh nor bound by the laws of the natural world. The Harbinger was a force, a fragment of something much greater—something that once thrived in a time when gods walked freely. When the last of its kind was slaughtered in an age lost to time, it became a specter of wrath, seeking retribution against the living.
It did not kill for sustenance, nor did it hunt fo
