The Pack Split

The tension in the pack had been growing for days, like a heavy storm cloud waiting to burst. Cinder could feel it every time she walked through the camp. Wolves who once fought side by side now avoided eye contact or whispered in hushed voices. It was as if the pack itself was holding its breath, unsure of what would happen next.

Cinder stood on a raised platform in the center of the camp. The gathered wolves looked up at her, their faces a mix of hope and fear. She had called for this meeting to address the division that was tearing her pack apart. She couldn't lead them into the future if they were stuck in the past.

"We cannot ignore this anymore," she began, her voice steady but firm. "Our pack is splitting. Some of you believe in the traditions we've followed for centuries. Others believe in the new path I'm carving—a path where strength isn't measured by who can shift or who comes from the strongest bloodline, but by the courage and loyalty in your heart."