The Fall of the Alpha
For a moment, it seemed as though the world might remain in this fragile state forever—frozen in time, caught between victory and defeat. But deep within the forest, the weight of impending danger lingered, heavier than ever.
Eric stood at the edge of the clearing, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His golden eyes burned with intensity, a reflection of the relentless battle that had taken so much from him—his peace, his trust, his hope. The rogues had been quiet for months, but Eric knew that silence was often the prelude to something far worse. And deep down, he felt the presence of his father—Richard—looming, like a storm on the horizon, waiting to unleash its fury.
Aria stood beside him, her presence a quiet comfort in the stillness of the night. She had been his constant, his anchor through all the trials, yet even she could feel the weight of the pack's uncertainty pressing in.
