The morning breeze blew gently through the valley still filled with the aftermath of battle. Broken grass, cracked stones, and soil blackened by last night's energy were now bathed in sunlight as the sun slowly rose in the sky.
Yet even though the war had ended, not all shadows had truly disappeared.
Several hours had passed since the Alphas agreed to form the Pack Council.
Most packs had already begun returning to their territories, carrying the wounded and burying the fallen. The valley that had echoed with war cries last night had now become a place slowly returning to peace.
But amidst that tranquility, a strange feeling still hung in the air.
As if the new world that had just been born was not yet fully stable.
Aurelia stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the valley.
From there she could see almost the entire battlefield from the night before.
The wolves still moved here and there, but their numbers had dwindled significantly.
The morning sky was pale.
