Brock –
Three years had passed since the night the witches attacked, claiming the lives of many brave wolves. Each year, we mark the solemn anniversary with a day of mourning. On this particular day, as I sat on the porch, I watched an aged and weathered Thor playing with the boys, all of them wielding hammers in their youthful exuberance. Nearby, Heather's mate tended to the grill, preparing steaks for us all. Heather, now heavily pregnant with twins, reclined in a lawn chair, her expression a mixture of weariness and determination.
Heather’s Perspective:
It pained me to see how much Emerald had changed, transforming into a force of evil that required Heather to make the heart-wrenching decision of confining her own child for the greater good of our kind. The surviving witches, led b
