Thirty five

Prince Simon’s Point Of View

As the news spread through the pack, the mood turned somber and subdued. Wolves gathered in small groups, whispering and crying, and I could hear the wails of grief echoing through the forest.

For me, the grief was overwhelming. My father had been my role model, my mentor, my hero. He had taught me everything I knew about being a good wolf, about leading with strength and compassion. And now he was gone.

In the days that followed, we mourned our loss as a pack. We held a solemn ceremony in my father’s honor, gathering together to howl and pay our respects to the great wolf who had led us for so many years.

But even as we mourned, we knew that we had to move forward. The pack needed a new leader, someone who could take my father’s place and guide us through this difficult time.

I knew that I was not yet ready to take on that role. I was still young, still inexperienced, and I knew that I had much to learn before I could lead our pack with the strength and w