To reveal the Alpha's real color??

The soft light of early morning streamed into the cave, sending dappled shadows across the rocky floor. I treaded the familiar path to our training grounds, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the quiet solitude of the forest.

Our training began with the rhythmic clash of wooden practice swords. The resonance reverberated off the stone walls, a testament to the countless hours we had spent in perfecting our combat skills. Beads of sweat formed on my face, and the strain in my muscles was a welcome reminder of the progress I'd made under Master Cyrus's watchful eye.

Lowering my practice sword, I turned to Master Cyrus. "Do you think there's a way we can interrupt the anniversary, Master? To reveal the Alpha's true colors to the pack members?"

Master Cyrus regarded me carefully, his practice sword now sheathed. He leaned against the cave wall, his piercing blue eyes focused on a faraway point. "Anna," he began, his voice low and measured, "vengeance is a dish best served cold. Since L