As the memories finished replaying, Vikram slowly opened his eyes.
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
"So that's what really happened…"
He had believed he was exiled by the Mist King, Marcus Denvers. But the truth was far different. His grandfather had never banished him. Consumed by humiliation and uncontrollable anger, Vikram had abandoned the pack of his own free will.
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After storming out of the Mist Pack, Vikram wandered alone through the dense forest for two days. He moved aimlessly at first, hunting small game to survive and sleeping in makeshift shelters under the trees. The anger still burned hot in his chest, pushing him deeper into the wilderness. He spent hours reflecting on his mistakes, punching trees in frustration until his knuckles bled, and testing his strength against wild animals to vent his rage.
