In the early hours of midnight, Olcan perched at the top of a rock, wrestling with the weight of his failures and the scars he now bore, both physical and emotional. In his wolf form, he gazed deeply into the full moon, questioning whether he had failed his people and his father.
"I'm sorry, mother. I could not rewrite the wrongs of my father," he mumbled, the rage within him intensifying. Eliana, a fellow warrior, cautiously approached him, sensing the turmoil within Olcan.
"We have all lost, but why do I feel you have lost someone far more important than yourself?" Eliana spoke out. Olcan turned toward her and swiftly shifted back into his normal form.
