"An ancient prophecy foretells, 'The werewolf Alpha king, destined to reign forever, shall rise. He shall reclaim his rightful throne and govern over all, ushering in a realm of bloodshed, followed by the birth of a new world.' Those words echo within my thoughts, spoken by my father." As I gaze at the vibrant forest before me, where a once-frozen river now flows freely, I can't help but wonder, "Hm, shouldn't Greenland be shrouded in snow? Where am I now?" In a matter of days, the world I knew has transformed beyond recognition. My eyes fall upon the coffin I awakened from, raising questions: "How many years have passed? How long was I in slumber? And what became of my father?" Suddenly, a low howl startles me, and I turn to see a white wolf emerging from the woods, its mellow voice addressing me as 'mate.'
