ys, the cobblestones beneath her feet worn smooth by the countless footsteps of a populace subdued by the iron grip of a royal court that thrived on their anxiety. The

alty bought and sold, and of dreams extinguished before they took flight. Scarlet was no stranger to this profound silence;

th of the royals who ruled them. Scarlet's companions, her pack known as the Wolves, often scavenged for scraps, skirting the edges of society to survive the day-to-day struggles against the whims of a court steeped in cruelty. Each member carried their own burden, a haunting past

ment to suffer in silence, were often forgotten let alone remembered in a court where power wasn't just a title but a cruel game played by those who had long forgotten what it felt like to be ordinary. Scarlet had borne witness to such tragedies, absorbing the sorrow as if it w

f the life they had been forced to endure. Yet, under her guidance, they had transformed from a group of misfits wandering aimlessly into a band of fierce protectors, defending one another against the harsh realities that awaited just beyond the threshold of their meager existen

ture it vividly: the flickering candelabras casting warm embraces upon the embroidery of gowns that reduced women to mere adornments. At these lavish gatherings, true power lay hidden beneath layers of triviality and charm, where sacrifices were cloaked in elegant fabrics and whispered promises. Scarlet imagined how easy it w

it also propelled her forward. The scars that crisscrossed her skin were symbols of strength, not shame, and they shimmered with every breath she took, a testament to survival over surrender. Standing in the shadows, she often found herself grappling with feelings of inadequacy and question

rt pulsing with the rhythm of rebellion a discordant song meant to shatter the chains that bound not only her but everyone who dared to dream of a brighter existence. The kingdom may have been steeped in fear, but Scarlet knew that the heart of a Wolf is impossible to tame. T

low of Eldoria. Scarlet realised in that moment that her voyage was inevitably painted in broad strokes of loyalty and love, even against the da

ar that clung to the night like a second skin. There was power in the understanding that she and her pack were

change ripple beneath her feet, and for the first t