Steve could feel the shift taking place within the group, a quiet tension rippling through the camp like the low rumble before a storm. It wasn’t as though werewolves had never left the pack before, after all, Steve himself had done so once, but there was a clear difference between his departure back then and what was happening now.
When Steve had left, it had been for himself, to chase a dream, to live on his own terms, to follow an ambition that didn’t fit within the pack’s walls. But the wolves leaving now weren’t doing it for independence. They were leaving because they wanted to see what life was like under another banner. The Redwing pack had changed everything.
That pack hadn’t even existed when Steve had first gone his own way. In his ti, leaving the safety of a pack ant walking into danger, facing the world’s cruelty alone. But now, these wolves weren’t walking into the unknown, they were heading toward a place of promise.
Most werewolves wouldn’t risk leaving a safe haven just to wander the wilds. Yet here they were, choosing to go to another pack instead. It was understandable but dangerous. The question was, what was Steve supposed to do about it? And more importantly, what was Rogan supposed to do?
A request had already been granted once. If they began denying future ones, wouldn’t that create resentnt within the camp? Wouldn’t that make the others feel trapped, exactly as Rogan himself had once feared?
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, pacing in front of the campfire as he thought. Truthfully, he wanted ti to consider how best to fra this to Rogan. He knew this wouldn’t be the last request. The curiosity spreading among the rescued wolves was too strong to be ignored.
But ti was a luxury he didn’t have. The group that wanted to leave had grown restless. They whispered to one another in corners, voices filled with urgency. An idea had taken root among them, they wanted to speak to Rogan directly.
That ant Steve could no longer delay.
He found Rogan later that evening in his stone-walled chamber, the sa one where they held etings. The torches on the walls flickered softly, casting long shadows across the pelts and carvings that decorated the space. Rogan sat at the end of the room, his presence calm but heavy, the weight of leadership always visible in his stance.
“Rogan,” Steve began carefully, “I think these wolves just want to see what the other side is like. This isn’t about your leadership. They’re not rebelling, they’re just curious.”
Rogan’s expression didn’t change, so Steve continued, his words flowing faster as he found his rhythm.
“They’ve enjoyed their ti here,” he said earnestly. “They like the people, the safety, the work. But they can’t help imagining what life might be like sowhere else. They don’t know what the Redwing pack is really like, so their minds fill in the blanks. They dream of sothing perfect because they’ve never seen it.”
He took a breath, his voice softening. “This isn’t a rejection of you. But I understand where their feelings co from. I’ve had those sa thoughts myself. Maybe... maybe it’s ti we looked beyond these mountains too. If we explored together, or even expanded our borders a little, if we traded with other towns, built connections, we could strengthen our reputation. We could make our na known without losing who we are.”
As Steve spoke, his words carried more conviction. He could see it, the kind of world he’d always imagined. A place where werewolves didn’t need to hide, where their pack could thrive openly without fear. In his mind’s eye, it looked almost like what his brother Jack had built in the Redwing Kingdom.
But Steve’s version was different. His dream was of a sanctuary built by werewolves, for werewolves. A ho under their own control, not one dependent on human tolerance or royal favor.
Rogan listened patiently, his sharp eyes never leaving Steve. When Steve finally paused, Rogan leaned forward, his tone calm but steady.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I understand their worries, and yours as well. I’ll speak to each of them individually. I’ll remind them what the world outside was like for us. The cages. The hunts. The hatred.”
He exhaled deeply before continuing. “If, after hearing that, they still wish to go, then they’re free to leave. I believe keeping them here unwillingly would cause more harm than letting them go. You know as well as I do, Steve, many among us were too deeply scarred by the outside world. It broke sothing in them. So can’t even stand to hear a human’s voice without rage boiling up.”
Steve nodded quietly. Rogan was right. There were those within the pack who still carried deep hatred, wolves who would never forgive the world that had hunted them. They stayed far from human lands by choice, wanting nothing but distance and peace.
Steve had once been like them too. Before he t Jack, before the Redwing Kingdom showed him another way, he had believed that humans and werewolves could never coexist. But ti had changed him, and he was grateful Rogan wasn’t one of the extremists. Rogan held the fragile balance, allowing those filled with anger to have a ho without letting their hatred rule the pack.
As promised, Rogan t with each of the four who wished to leave. He took his ti with them, listening carefully, reminding them of what they had escaped from, and what dangers still lurked beyond the camp’s borders.
But their hearts were already set. No matter what Rogan said, they wanted to go. They wanted to see for themselves whether the rumors about the Redwing Kingdom were true.
And so, one by one, they left.
Days passed. Then weeks. Around the fires, whispers began to rise once again. So wondered aloud if the ones who had left might return, realizing that life among the Redwing wolves wasn’t as idyllic as they imagined. Maybe they would co back and tell the others that this camp, the one Rogan had built, was the better ho after all.
But none of them ca back.
Their absence spoke louder than words. And their silence only made others more curious. Perhaps, so began to think, the Redwing camp really was a better way of life.
Despite it all, Steve continued to fulfill his duties. He led his team on missions, gathered supplies, and carried out rescue operations just as before. The structure of daily life hadn’t changed, even if the atmosphere felt subtly different, quieter, more uncertain.
Then ca their next quest, a major one. The payout was substantial, a large amount of gold promised upon completion. It was the kind of mission that would keep the camp supplied for months.
Steve and his group carried it out with precision and experience, completing it without loss or delay. But when the task was finished, sothing else caught Steve’s attention.
As he looked over the map and the path they had taken, he realized sothing. The mission site was close, closer than he had expected, to the borders of the Redwing Kingdom.
He stood at the crest of a hill overlooking the valley, wind brushing through his hair as he stared toward the distant horizon.
‘It’s been a while, hasn’t it?’ he thought to himself, a faint smile tugging at his lips. ‘Maybe... it’s ti I pay him a visit.’
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