"I want to break the cycle," he says.
"The cycle of violence, of pack wars, of wolves tearing each other apart because we can't see past our own territory and pride. I want to build something where our son can grow up without having to be a weapon or a symbol. Where he can just... be."
"That's a good idea," I respond.
"It's probably impossible."
"Probably." I reach up, touching his face gently.
"But we're going to try anyway."
"Together?"
"Together."
We kiss, brief but intense, and then we pull apart.
"Come on," I say.
"Let's go end a rebellion."
The strike teams assemble in silence, fifty wolves moving through the darkness like ghosts.
We approach Ironwood's settlement from three sides, carefully avoiding the few sentries they've posted.
Team one, led by Theron, reaches th
