If the Royal Family were still intact, they would have controlled the fate of unclaimed lands, allocating territory, negotiating with humans and neighboring supernatural races, and keeping disputes from spiraling into war. Their authority once held everything together.
But that order died with them.
Since the Royal Family's annihilation, the werewolves fractured into independent packs, each answering only to itself. There was no central command, no unified structure, only shifting alliances forged out of necessity. Packs partnered to survive, to guard against rivals, to ensure that if one was threatened, another might stand beside them.
Because without a sovereign to lead the race, ambition filled the vacuum.
Every alpha now sought strength, territory, and influence, each with their own vision of dominance. Expansion no longer required permission; it only demanded power. If a pack could take land and defend it, then it was theirs.
