Emre:
Years Ago:
"Ah!" I exclaimed, releasing the arrow that struck a rogue squarely in the feet. Cheers erupted in the distance, signaling the end of the battle. Some rogues had invaded our territory, aiming to attack the alpha king, Bernard. My father and I engaged in combat, showcasing our prowess against the invaders.
The distant cheers marked the recognition of my presence on the battlefield, even at the tender age of twelve.
"Great job, my son!" my dad praised, appearing amidst the sounds of heavy breathing. He bore the marks of battle, covered in the blood of our enemies, but it didn't faze me. I had been drenched in blood on numerous occasions, making it a familiar sight for both of us.
"Thanks, Dad," I grinned, descending the tree with care. I had a unique condition – my wolf
