(Annaliz)
The sun had barely begun its ascent, casting soft hues of gold and pink across the horizon, as I rallied our pack for the morning’s training session. My heart surged with pride as I looked out over our gathered members, their breath misting in the crisp morning air. The morning chill didn’t deter them; instead, it heightened our collective excitement like a potent elixir. Today, we would push ourselves - each member, ignited with the spirit of their werewolf, ready to embrace the physical and mental challenges ahead.
“Alright, everyone! Let’s start with a warm up run!” I called out, my voice rising above the quiet murmur of anticipation. Beside me stood Owen, my mate and the Lycan King, his presence radiating strength and confidence, a palpable force that encouraged our pack to
