Far beyond the hidden valley, in the jagged peaks of the Crimson Claw territory, shadows moved like liquid across the rocky cliffs. The moon hung low, silver light glinting off the sharp edges of stone.
In the heart of the largest cave, a figure sat upon a throne of obsidian, his golden eyes glowing with a predatory light.
He was tall, imposing, and powerful—a wolf among wolves, an Alpha who ruled through fear and strength. His name was Kael’var, feared across multiple territories for his cruelty and cunning.
A scout approached silently, bowing low. “Alpha… news from the south.”
Kael’var’s eyes narrowed. “Speak.”
“The… silver wolf has awakened,” the scout said carefully, voice trembling. “It has manifested near the hidden valley. The wolf… it is unlike any we’ve seen before.”
Kael’va
