Under New Leadership

Albrecht's silhouette loomed over the gathered Lycanne Tribe like a shadow born from the chaos of their defeat. Each member of the clan—wolves with thick fur, claws like blades, and eyes reflecting feral instincts—stood motionless before him, their former alpha's broken body still fresh in their memory. Victory alone wasn't enough to hold them; dominance needed to be asserted. He raised his scythe slowly, its obsidian edge gleaming in the fractured moonlight, and silence blanketed the clearing.

"From this moment, your strength is mine," Albrecht began, his voice carrying both the weight of command and the promise of consequence. "You will not roam aimlessly. You will not fall to infighting. Your power has purpose now."