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Chris's POV

I sat in my cabin, staring at the empty room. The silence was deafening. For years, the pack had been my family, their howls and laughter more soothing than any symphony. But that had all changed when Dominique attacked us. The pack was decimated, and our once prosperous territory was now a barren wasteland filled with people who didn't own the territory.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside the door. I knew it was Alexander. He entered the room with a grave look on his face, and I immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"What's the matter, Alexander?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.

"It's about the pack, Chris," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "I spoke to the other alphas, but they refused to help us rebuild. They said they have their own problems to deal with."

I let out a sigh. This was worse than I had expected. Without the support of the other alphas, it would be almost impossible to rebuild the pack.

I thought if Ale