Quiet beautiful

Lyra's POV:

Thalia and Xander were seated in the garden munching on some dried fruits.

While Eadmon stood in front of them and I at a corner.

Eadmon began. “Centuries past, when werewolves first emerged upon the earth, they found little welcome among the humans who dwelt therein. In those ancient days, war was the sole discourse. When both clans could endure no further loss of life, they resolved to call a truce.

To prove their willingness to coexist with the werewolves, the humans agreed to divide the land, assigning each pack its own dominion. Thus, a pack was stationed in every city across the globe. In Joaska, the SilverMoon Pack held sway; in Criscov, the MidnightBloom Pack; in Zurik, the BloodHounders Pack; and so forth. Each city's Alpha was made its General.

In time, the packs began to vie for dominance, seeking to expand their territories. Those with the greatest expanse of land became the de facto leaders of other packs. Despite these conquests, the vanquished packs did not