Range, where Rocky Mountain National Park, the home of the wolf pack to which I belonged, was situated. Incredible landscapes and the beauty of nature unf

overnment reintroduced wolves to Colorado in 1999, but the truth was that it was Alastair, the alpha of our pack, who took charge of this place. He was the werewolf w

ct our pack. He guided me, and taught me to be a wolf, to honor our traditions, and to protect those we loved. His legacy was som

lastair was no longer among us, who would have taken his p

ding me. Here, the air was clean and fresh, and a sense of nostalgia wa

was where Alastair used to take me to watch the sunset and teach me the secrets of the wolv

ew that even if he were dead, his influence, and teachings would remain with me. It was these les

rm to confirm the pack's leadership. It was not a simple process, but I believ

tion, I made a small cut on my wrist, letting the drops of blood fall to the ground. It was an anci

es and the earth, echoing through the

se. Then, a distant howl echoed, breaking the mountain's silence. It was a sound I kn

ponse to my call. Other howls joined the f

ity was evident in their eyes, and their sharp teeth were visible as they snarled in my dir

ak with the Alpha,"

and their words. I repeated my request, even more determined,

sformed into a human. He approached me, his penetrating gaze as

d, "My name is Fierce Silver, an

He then turned and howled, calling the Alpha. I wondered if i

with thick fur, with piercing eyes that gazed at me with wisdom. He approached me calmly and dignified, his

my wrist, and he closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, his deep eyes reflected a mixture of emotions,

his tone deep and power

pack, who had rejected me years ago. Tension was in the air, and I wondered ho

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moment before he finally broke it wi

words sounding like a low growl in the night. He se

have time to waste. "I need your help,

palpable. "Children?" He repeated,

they've been taken from me. I don't know the extent of w

ou rejected the pack, Fierce. You left years ago and never looked back. And now you return as if nothing happened, demanding the p

I was determined not to be shaken by

t here to demand anything. I'm asking for help. My childr

posture. His fur was bristling, and I could feel the

ou revered all these years for

n. "The humans are doing their part, but there's a detail I

step back, his eyes now fixed on me with a mix of cur

and I trust my instincts. Moreover, the scent, the aura... something is

on in the air was almost palpable, and I knew I was hanging by a thread.

mposing. His gaze was serious as he said, "Your presence here is an

willing to face anything for my childre

don't deserve and certainly not to accuse a werewolf. But you know me better than anyone, you know my

s attitude now less hostile. He looked

The final decision wi

uld hope for. "Thank you, Hunter. I know it's not an easy decision, b

ed at me, his gaze sharp."Until then, Fierce. You'll st

aving me behind with a heavy heart. The challenge that lay ahead of me was as vast as the moon that i