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As Silverwood slowly began to heal from the wounds of its recent battles and the difficult choices that had been made, Adrian Blackwood, the Alpha of the Silverwood Pack, found himself unable to shake a nagging feeling that there was more to the rogue attacks and the ominous prophecy they had uncovered. Late one evening, Adrian sat in his study, the dim light of a single candle casting long shadows across the room. He had been poring over ancient texts and documents, searching for any clue that might shed light on the identity of the mastermind behind the attacks. It was then that he stumbled upon a tattered journal, its pages filled with cryptic writings and symbols. As he read through its entries, a sense of dread settled over him. The journal belonged to a long-forgotten member of the