In the days that followed, I felt a growing sense of purpose within me. The time had come to bring together all the werewolves who had been cast aside, left to wander on their own or live in fear. I knew this was a chance to bring real change, but it would take more than just words. It would take courage, and most of all, unity.
One evening, I asked everyone to gather by the big oak tree at the heart of our camp. The sun was setting, painting the sky in warm colors. As I looked around, I saw wolves of all ages—some were old and wise, others young and eager. Many of them had come from other packs, looking for a place where they could finally belong.
When the crowd had settled, I took a deep breath and stepped forward. My heart pounded, but I felt a calmness, too. I knew these were my people, and they were ready to hear what I had to say.
