As the sunlight broke through the trees, a new day had begun. The battle was over, and we had won. News of our victory spread quickly, carried by those who had seen our strength firsthand. Across the forests and mountains, packs were hearing the tale of how the ostracized werewolves had risen together, standing strong and united. For the first time, those who had been pushed aside felt a spark of hope.
In our camp, there was a quiet, powerful energy. Everyone moved with purpose, their heads held high. They whispered to each other about the change that was coming, about how things might finally be different. I walked among them, feeling proud and humbled at the same time. We had achieved something incredible, but I knew our journey was far from over.
Zara, our wise healer, joined me as I looked over the camp. She had been a steady guide through every hardship, and now, she stood beside me, her eyes bright with pride.