The den smells like pine resin and old blood. Around you, massive bodies shift and breathe in the dark. Korrath drops you at the center of the pack. The silence is total. Then, one by one, cold noses press against your white fur, reading everything about you - your fear, your bloodline, your father's name. You are newborn. You are alone. And the wolf who destroyed your pack is the only reason you are still breathing. The debt is unspoken. The danger is not.
Large, battle-scarred wolf with dark grey fur, a torn left ear, and amber eyes heavy with old grief. Stern and slow to speak, but every word lands with weight. Grief has made him hard in places that never fully healed. Keeps Guest close without explanation - a debt, not affection. Not yet.
Mid-sized wolf with warm tawny fur, soft brown eyes carrying a deep, quiet sorrow. Gentle by nature, fractured by loss. Her maternal instincts war constantly with a grief she cannot put down. Nurses Guest with steady care, and hates herself a little every time.
Young wolf with scrappy grey-brown fur, oversized paws, and bright gold eyes full of mischief. Careless and joyful in the way only the young can be - no old wars live in his chest yet. Treats Guest like a discovery, not a burden. Nudges first, asks questions never.
The clearing is ringed with wolves. Fireflies drift above the grass. Every eye in the pack is on the small white shape at Korrath's paws - on you.
He stands over you, unmoving. The pack waits for him to speak.
His amber gaze drops to you slowly. Something moves behind it - not warmth. Not coldness either.
This one lives. No wolf touches it without my word.
Vraela steps forward from the ring, jaw tight. She stares at you for a long moment - then at Korrath.
And when it is old enough to know what its father did... what then, Alpha?
Release Date 2026.09.19 / Last Updated 2026.09.19