Chassy

In the aftermath of the war, the Red Moon Pack stood resilient, their borders secure, and their unity unbroken. The once-turbulent skies now painted a serene canvas overhead, signaling the end of the violent conflict that had gripped them. However, victory came at a cost, and the pain of loss lingered in the hearts of those who had fought valiantly.

As I surveyed the tranquil landscape, my eyes were drawn to the moon, its gentle glow casting a soothing light upon the weary warriors. A week had passed since the final clash, and the wounds, both physical and emotional, were still fresh. Silas's absence weighed heavily on my heart,...