Ebonridge Town

10 Years Past

Amidst the echoes that reverberated through the bustling city of Ebonridge, a figure with fiery red hair stood out like a beacon. She was the protagonist of our story, a young wolf whose striking appearance was only matched by her charisma.

With a lean and athletic build, Seraphine moved with a graceful confidence that drew the eyes of those around her, a vision of ethereal grace. Her ebony hair cascaded in silken waves down her back, framing a face of delicate beauty. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of deep sapphire, hiding secrets known only to her.

Her Name is Seraphine

But, despite her striking appearance, had known a life of hardship and isolation. She was not a powerful wolf. Instead, she was born as a runt, the weakest in her  pack, and her  early years had been marred by bullying and neglect.

In her past, she had endured scenes of torment and humiliation at the paws of her packmates. They taunted her for his lack of strength, ridiculed her  fiery hair as if it were a mark of shame, and left her feeling utterly pitiful. The echoes of their cruel laughter still haunted her.

Seraphine's early memories were intertwined with the harsh, unforgiving landscape of the snow-covered mountain where she was discovered as a child. She had been left alone in the biting cold, a vulnerable and helpless cub. It was there, in the heart of the frozen wilderness, that her aunt had found her.

her aunt, an Middle omega wolf of unwavering kindness, had rescued her from certain death. She had taken her into care, providing her with shelter and sustenance, and offered her  the warmth and love that had been absent from her early life.

In this world, The Strength Of the wolves ranges From

Omega as the weakest to Delta, Gama, Beta, Alpha and Suprema, which divide in Early, Middle, Peak

Seraphine's aunt name is Aldara.

She was a pillar of strength in Seraphine's life, the one who had saved her from the cold, unforgiving wilderness and offered her a loving home.

Aldara had a warm and weathered appearance, her fur a mix of gray and white, a testament to her age and wisdom. Her kind, amber eyes held a gentleness that contrasted with the harshness of the world they inhabited. Despite the hardships they faced, there was always a serene and comforting aura about her.

One vivid memory haunted her—a group of young wolves in the pack circling around her  , their jeers echoing in his ears.

"Look at the runt!" they taunted.

"She can't even defend herself!"

Seraphine had been knocked to the ground, his fiery hair a tangle of red as she struggled to get back up. Tears welled in her emerald-green eyes as she realized she couldn't protect herself, let alone her  beloved aunt, Aldara.

her  aunt, too, was no stranger to bullying, as others in the pack sometimes ridiculed her for taking in the weak runt. They called her "Aldara the Soft-hearted" and questioned her decisions.

But Seraphine's spirit was unbroken. Despite her physical frailty, she possessed an exceptional intelligence and a unique gift—an innate ability to communicate with beasts. From a very young age, around five years old, She had been able to form a deep, empathetic bond with the animals of the forest. It was as though they could sense her gentleness and purity of heart, and she also very smart.

One of her  most cherished memories was the day she encountered a wounded forest creature, a majestic wolf with fur as white as snow. With her gentle touch and soothing words, she had calmed the injured beast and helped it heal. Since that day, she had shared a silent understanding with the creatures of the wild, a bond that transcended words.

As she grew older, Seraphine realized that her  unique gifts were a strength, one that could be harnessed to protect those she cared about. she was determined not to remain weak, to rise above the torment and become a guardian for both her aunt and the world around her .

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One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across their small, modest dwelling, Seraphine Come back to Her home, bringing some Pill of wood, he approached his aunt with a hesitant but hopeful expression.

"Aunt," he began softly, "I know we don't have much, but... do you think we could have dinner tonight?"

Aldara turned her gaze toward her beloved nephew, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and concern. She knew all too well the difficulties they faced, especially when it came to putting food on the table.

With a reassuring smile, she replied, "Of course, Seraphine. Let me see what we have."

Together, they searched their humble abode for any morsels of food that could be gathered. Their meager supplies included a few root vegetables and some dried herbs. It was far from a feast, but Aldara was skilled in making the most of what they had.

As they worked side by side in their small kitchen, Seraphine couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for his aunt. She had not only saved her life but had continued to care for her, nurturing her spirit and helping her find her place in the world. Their bond was unbreakable, a testament to the enduring power of love and family in the face of adversity.

"I Need to be strong as Soon as Possible"

"You can start to become strong, by start to eat healthy"

"hmm, you know me Aunt", she pat her head with embarrassment, she really didn't like a healthy food, come on she is a wolf, and wolf is not vegetarian right?.

"You Always have an excuse to not eat it"

"When I got rich i will take you to the best restaurant"

"Yeah Yeah"

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