Years passed, and the world slowly healed.
Under Henry's rule, the age of bloodshed gave way to something new.
He rose as the Alpha King not through conquest, but through compassion—chosen by both survivors and former rivals, not just for his strength, but for his wisdom.
He abolished the old ways—the endless wars over land, pride, and dominance.
Instead, he built a council from every region, every tribe. Disputes were settled with negotiation, not violence. Packs were encouraged to aid each other in times of hardship, not exploit weakness.
Freedom was sacred, but not without rules—rules shaped by fairness and mutual respect.
Under Henry, they began to live for more than just survival.
He became a leader others looked up to—a wolf of courage and kindness. Yet, behind his calm gaze and steady voice, there was always a quiet shadow that never left him.
He never forgot the rogue who died for him.
