The night stretched over the pack, but the darkness was insignificant compared to the storm raging between us. Outside the den, Zora revealed her true nature, a monster rooted in bitterness and a thirst for power. Cierce and I, bound by hands, listened attentively to the confessions that, so cruel, seemed to arise from a distorted nightmare.

Zora stared at me with cold and bitter eyes, words laden with resentment cutting through the night air. She unveiled the horrors she had committed ...