Alena

The charred remnants of the battlefield stretch out before me, stark against the memory of once-verdant forests. Patches of flames still dance with perverse glee amidst the devastation, feeding on the remnants of a fierce and unforgiving war against Alpha Jacob. The air hangs heavy, suffocating with the metallic tang of spilled blood and the acrid stench of scorched earth. A deathly silence blankets the land, broken only by the occasional crackle of fire consuming wood and the ...