Please don't talk about my mother

The crisp evening air wrapped around Norman as he stood on the high above, overlooking the southern park below. His eyes, normally a calm and steady brown when not in his wolf form, were now bloodshot and ablaze with anger. He took a deep breath, the chill air filling his lungs as he turned to address the gathered crowd of wolves.

"My father, our beloved Alpha, met his end because of Adam," Norman's voice echoed loudly through the clearing, his words dripping with fury. "And my sister, who betrayed our family for the Northern pack."

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd, blending with the soft rustling of leaves in the evening breeze. Norman's sharp gaze bore into the assembled wolves, daring them to challenge his authority.

"But we will not strike back," Norman declared, his voice resolute. "War has only brought us pain and suffering. I am the new leader, and I will not lead us down that destructive path. Are there any objections?"

Silence greeted his question. Not a singl