Romeo couldn't help but remember the past, the memories as vivid as the present moment. He was haunted by the ghost of a life once lived, a life that seemed like a distant dream now. Before the brutal attack that shattered his world, he had been a carefree young wolf, living with his parents in the heart of their pack's territory. The pack had thrived under his father’s leadership, a strong and wise alpha who commanded respect and admiration from every member. His mother, with her gentle nature and kind heart, was the pack’s healer, always tending to the wounded and sick with unwavering dedication.
Their home was a sprawling expanse of forest and meadow, a haven of tranquility where the pack could roam freely. Romeo remembered the long runs through the woods with his father, the wind rush
