Chapter 50

The morning sun cast a soft glow over the clearing where my father's final resting place lay. The air carried the scent of earth and pine, a solemn fragrance that marked the beginning of a new chapter. The burial ceremony unfolded, the pack members paying their respects with a mixture of sorrow and reverence.

As the new pack leader, the mantle of responsibility rested heavily on my shoulders. The Alpha title, once a symbol of pride and honor, now felt like an anchor tethering me to a destiny I was determined to escape. The cheers that would have accompanied my ascension to leadership were replaced by a somber silence, a reflection of the weight I carried within.

The gravestone, a marker of my father's legacy, stood as a silent witness to the passing of the torch. I couldn't shake the realization that, despite the outward semblance of power, I was living on borrowed time. The moon disease, like a shadow, loomed over me, a constant reminder of the urgency that fueled my quest for the Cel