Alena

Yet, for every nod of agreement, there is a snarl of resistance. An elder with silver hair steps forward, his brows furrowed in concern. “Child, your words are passionate, but passion can blind us to the dangers ahead. We must think of the pack.”

King Roak’s grip on my hand strengthens, a silent sign of unity. Our connection is strong, fueling my resolve. I turn to address both supporters and skeptics, my voice unwavering.

“Vision isn’t always about what’s ...