Attack

It was a dark and stormy night when they came. A pack of wolves descended upon our Pack, howling with a bloodlust that sent chills down our spines. They moved in the shadows, silent and swift, picking off those who were alone or vulnerable. I watched in horror as they slaughtered my people, snatching up young and old alike. I tried to fight them off, but they were too many, and too strong. My pack scattered, but a few were captured, taken away to an unknown fate.

As the sun rose the next morning, I stood over the remains of our Pack, surveying the devastation. The scent of blood and death hung heavy in the air, and I could feel the despair and grief of my people. It was then that I made a vow: I would find the pack that had done this, and I would make them pay. I would track them to the ends of the earth, and I would bring them to justice. I would not rest until they were brought to heel. This was not just about revenge; it was about

Restoring balance to the pack. I gathered my most