The assembled wolves began to mutter agreement, their eyes flickering with wary optimism. My heart was heavy with the knowledge that the last storm was still building on the horizon even as they gathered, however. Although our foes were numerous and the ghosts of past treachery still threatened to split us, the Dark Wolves may have been defeated and the Crimson Alpha slain.
I turned toward the morning, where the first ray of light battled the last shade. We must stay together, I said, "for every betrayal, every sacrifice has only made us stronger." The optimism we carry for the future defines our legacy not the suffering of our past.
