The journey to the wolf pack was silent. Garm, in his white wolf form, led the way, and I followed, my heart beating in sync with the steps that took us to those whom I had once called family.

As we approached, my stomach churned with anxiety. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was determined to face the judgment of the pack.

As we neared, I noticed curious and suspicious glances directed at me. The atmosphere was tense, and my carefully crafted speech gained even more ...