Alana's POV
I stood in the quiet of the night, the air cold against my skin as I clutched the sack of supplies tightly in my hands. The weight of everything that had happened hung heavy in the pit of my stomach. My father's teachings, my mother's love, it all felt so distant now.
The dream from last night still lingered, haunting me like a shadow I couldn't outrun. My mother's tears, her silent cry for help, it had been a warning. I had to leave. I had to fight back. The pack, my pack, was gone, and with it, the remnants of any hope for peace under the Alpha's rule. The land wept, and I was the only one who could try to stop the bleeding.
I knew that what I was about to do would change everything. There would be no turning back once I left these walls. It wasn't just about taking back my throne anymore, it was about freeing the land, freeing my people. But as I stood there, with the gate to my freedom within reach, the reality of what I was about to do settled in.
