EPILOGUES

Time passed, as it always does.

The land slowly healed. Bloodied ground grew green again. Broken homes were rebuilt. The war became a memory, one spoken of carefully, as if speaking of it too loud might wake it again.

Life continued. But not everything faded.

Along forest paths and mountain roads, people began to tell stories. Travelers said they felt watched but never threatened. Hunters spoke of dangers that disappeared before it reached them.

From the high valleys and the snowy mountain, a white wolf stood alone. The wind moved gently through her fur, carrying distant sounds from below.

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Aries stood quietly, watching.

From that night when the white wolf was discovered to the moment she was betrayed and then forced to live alone like a bushman. Aries persevered through them all and still came back to the people who turned their backs on her.

Her return to the pack changed how they saw her from that moment when she first appeared to them in her wolf form. They feared her. Who would