I took a deep breath outside the pack office building before pushing the door open.This pack had once been all of mine and Ethan's blood, sweat, and dreams.Back then, though he was the young heir of the Stormwind pack, he stubbornly insisted on carving out his own territory.The Stormwind family rules were strict. Without proving yourself, you received no support whatsoever.Those early days were unimaginably difficult.The funds dried up, we couldn't pay salaries, enemies surrounded us on all sides.To help him through that crisis, I picked up my paintbrush and painted day and night.One painting after another, selling them to galleries, to anyone willing to pay, using that meager income to barely keep the pack afloat.The massive painting at the pack office entrance, "Daybreak," was the first painting I ever sold.My technique was still immature back then, but it was full of reckless determination.After the pack's situation improved, the first thing Ethan did was track down that b
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