The days following the battle at the eastern
ridge passed quickly, but the story of what
happened there traveled even faster. Across forests, mountains, and valleys, wolves
whispered the same story. A silver wolf had
appeared from the shadows. A wolf larger than
any Alpha. A wolf who fought rogues alone and saved an entire pack. And the name that
followed the legend echoed from territory to territory. The Moon Warrior. In small packs
scattered across the lands, elders spoke of her around fires at night. "You didn't see her," one
wolf told a group of wide-eyed warriors. "Her fur shone like moonlight itself. When she howled,
even the rogues trembled." Another nodded.
"They say she defeated an entire rogue group almost single-handedly." "And she fights beside
Alpha Drave
