The werewolves
It had been years since the attack on the castle, and as expected, nothing was going right with the wolves. Everything seemed to take a turn for the worst, but they hoped everything would be okay deep down. They hoped that life was never truly cruel to a whole race.
They hoped.
There was still hope.
There was still some positivity surrounding the throne room.
Many said their heirs would come back for it, while some were not even sure of where the heirs were.
Many could feel the pull to their king and queen, but it was not as strong as it should have. But at least now they were aware that their leaders were not dead.
The hope of a reunion kept the werewolf kingdoms alive. The packs were hopeful even though most of the packs had been reduced to three hundred members from thousands and thousands.
