Zeke could hardly process what he was hearing. His ears... was he truly hearing those words, or had the betrayal driven him to madness?

His brother’s voice shattered the fog in Zeke's mind, cold and authoritative. "You’re exiled, Zeke. To the forest—and far from this pack." Zeke had always understood the heavy weight of his legacy as the son of the former alpha of the Blackwood pack. After his father’s brutal death in a clash with rival packs, Zeke had stepped up, dutifully taking on the role of beta, training under his older brother, who had risen to the alpha position.

But now, the very brother he had trusted was turning on him. Why? Why was it his own flesh and blood? The pack’s growls rippled through the air, their eyes hard as they circled him, already falling in line with their alpha's command. The betrayal was swift and savage—his brother’s ruthless actions shattering everything Zeke had once held dear.

Exiled from the pack he had once called home, Zeke was left to wander the wilds, a once-proud wolf now alone, without a pack to call his own.

The forest was unfamiliar, a harsh world he had never truly embraced. He’d grown used to the life of a human, to the comforts of civilization. But now, he found himself craving something he couldn’t quite grasp. He longed to be fully human, to escape the wildness of his blood. But as his feet crunched through the underbrush, he realized he couldn’t shake the pull of his true nature.

His shirt, torn and ragged from the jagged twigs and thorny branches, clung to his skin as if the forest itself were rejecting him.