The morning sun rose over the Carpathian Mountains, casting golden light over the landscape. Cinder stood at the edge of the clearing where her pack had gathered. The air was cool and fresh, filled with the scent of dew on the grass. Today was important, and Cinder felt a flutter of excitement in her heart.
"Everyone, please gather around!" Cinder called out, her voice steady and strong. The wolves of her pack looked up, their faces filled with curiosity. They had all come together, eager to hear what their Luna had to say.
As they formed a circle around her, Cinder took a deep breath. She felt the weight of her responsibility but also the power that surged within her. "I have decided," she began, "that we will create a new pack. A pack that embraces all werewolves, no matter their past or their story."
