Chapter 4 — Shadows of the Past

Logan

The chill of the night air seeped through the dense forest, the moon casting long shadows that danced with the whispers of the past. Logan stood at the edge of the Alpha's Den, the weight of his responsibilities as alpha pressing down on him like the heavy branches above. His piercing blue eyes, glowing faintly under the moonlight, scanned the entrance of the cavern with a vigilant gaze, ever the silent guardian of his pack's sanctuary.