Chapter 22: The Emberfall's Shadow

The western tract, now officially named the Emberfall Territory, was a land of rugged beauty. Dense Silverwoods gave way to rolling hills fed by the clear, swift waters of the Stony River. It was a land demanding resilience, and Emilia, with Leo as her unwavering right hand, poured her soul into answering that demand. Her call went out, not with the bluster of a traditional Alpha, but with a quiet promise of a fresh start. And they came. A trickle at first, then a steady stream. Lone wolves, weary of the brutal politics of larger packs. Young couples, drawn by the legend of the Alpha who valued the mate bond above all. Even a few skilled humans from the fringes, woodworkers, healers, and hunters, who found in Emilia a leader who respected their crafts and offered protection in return. Under her guidance, the Emberfall Pack began to flourish. Leo organized the defenses, his quiet competence inspiring loyalty. The humans taught the wolves sustainable hunting and