Lucian
The past
The elite wolves have always existed, long before I was born. They ruled with a kind of cold precision, their dominance woven into the fabric of our pack's history. From generation to generation, the strongest, the most cunning, those with the bloodline deemed worthy, ascended to the highest ranks. My family, the Valor, was no exception. My father made sure of that.
I grew up under his shadow, watching him from the corners of the grand halls as he commanded respect and fear with the same glance. Father was ruthless, and his lessons were always brutal. "Power, Lucian, is not given. It's taken. And once you have it, you don't let anyone take it from you," he would say, his voice as cold as the winds that howled through the mountains.
The elite wolves weren't just stronger
