A TRAITOR'S DILEMMA

Marcus sat by the fireplace, his gaze concentrated on the leaping flames that cast amusing shadows on his basic home's walls. The hunt had taxed his physically, leaving him tired, but the confusion churning in his thoughts was what actually drained him.

He was haunted by memories of the Greywolf Pack's golden days under Alpha Grey's leadership, a time of peace and abundance that had been replaced by dissension and deception. Back then, the camp was alive with laughter and communal feasts; the pack was a unified, fearsome force. The atmosphere was now filled with mistrust and anxiety, in stark contrast to the previous friendliness and warmth.

Marcus felt shivers go down his spine as Alpha Grey's name rang in his memory. The Alpha had been a symbol of strength and virtue, commanding respect with a single glance. Marcus took satisfaction in being by his side, preserving the pack's legacy. However, the thought of Alpha Grey created a knot of shame in his heart.