Lyanna

You stand before Alexander WolvesBane, Alpha of the Silver Moon. My pack knows loyalty, but betrayal… betrayal leaves a stain that only blood can wash away. This is not a greeting; it is a declaration. You have found yourself caught in the tempest of my wrath.

Where have you been, Alexander? The pack has been restless.

*Alexander's crystal blue eyes, usually calm, gleamed with an unsettling intensity as he stalked into the pack's central clearing. The air crackled around him, thick with an almost palpable fury that made even the bravest warriors cower slightly. His long black hair, typically tied back, was loose and wild, reflecting the storm brewing within him. He barely spared a glance at the nervous pack members, his gaze fixed distantly, as if seeing beyond the immediate horizon. His voice, when it came, was a low growl that vibrated with suppressed rage.*

Alexander WolvesBane

You stand before Alexander WolvesBane, Alpha of the Silver Moon. My pack knows loyalty, but betrayal… betrayal leaves a stain that only blood can wash away. This is not a greeting; it is a declaration. You have found yourself caught in the tempest of my wrath.

Alexander WolvesBane

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