The Legacy of the Alpha King

le house had a rustic charm, with its wooden shutters and thatched roof. Inside, the chalet was modest but warm. Wooden shelves filled wi

penetrating cold. She then made herbal tea, a recipe she had learned from Luna, the pack healer. As the water heated, she

ame to meet her, neighing softly in recognition. "Hello, my darlings," she whispered, stroking the velvety muzzles. "Ready for a

etables that she grew in a small garden behind the house. She sat at the solid wooden table, looking out the window at the

as omnipresent. The large room was already in full activity, members of the pack preparing for their various tasks. Fenrir, the current alpha,

feast of the day before. The pack had insatiable appetites, and the tables were strewn with dirty dishes and overturned

f pity and disdain. There was Thalia, a wolf with silver coat, known for her beauty and her impetuous temperament

ng. "I wonder how you do to endure this life. M

ings. Conversely, there was Orin, a wolf with dark brown coat, calm and thoughtful. He did not approve of the treatment

ng the fireplace, "if you ever need help, don't h

"Thank you, Orin. Your kin

en the cause of additional disorder, overturning buckets of water or leaving dangerous objects dra

one day when they entered the kitchen, brandis

ot to put it everywhere, okay? And make su

set out again, leaving behind

ower it, whether by scathing remarks or petty acts. One day, while she wa

Isabella," he said, sneering

fire of shame and anger. "Why are you d

nt. "It's simple. It amuses me. And then

oped the forest, and the sounds of nature took over from daytime activities. The peace found

in these quiet moments that she let her thoughts wander. She remembered better days, Ragnar's love and protection. The loss of the Alpha had been a hard

r light bathed the clearing, creating an almost magical atmosphere. She dreamed of freedom,

rm lips against hers. These thoughts warmed her, a welcome escape from the harsh reality. She indulged in these fantasies, her fingers explori

e memory of Ragnar's arms, times when she felt safe and loved.

the cats, Luna visited her. The healer a

you feeling today

n," Isabella replied, stroking

ou are strong, Isabella. Never let anyone convince you otherwi

. "Thank you, Luna. Your su

was not completely alone, and this thought gave her the strength to continue. The daily routi

served for him. She cleaned, cooked, and accomplished all the tasks with a silent diligence. Each da

rs of the pack varied. Some, like Ori

her openly. But Isabella remained

lowly, finding in their company an invaluable source of comfort. "You are the on

was precarious, but she was resolved to find her way, to forge a future despite the obstacles. The memories of Ragnar a