Richard's exile was complete, and with it, his presence in the lives of the Crescent Moon Pack dwindled to nothing more than a distant memory. The pack moved forward, finding strength in their unity and their newly appointed Alpha, Alex. Yet, the echoes of Richard's reign lingered like faint shadows, a reminder of what they had endured and how far they had come.
For Richard, the world was now a silent and cruel place. Once a man of fearsome power, now he was powerless, his wolf spirit reduced to a faint whisper. He wandered the wilderness, a broken shell of the wolf who had once terrorized an entire pack.
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The Forgotten Wanderer
The days blurred together into an endless march of survival. Richard hunted for food, drank from streams, and slept wherever he could find shelter. He no longer considered himself an Alpha, a leader, or even a man. He was a ghost, clinging to the edges of a world that had no place for him.
