(Annaliz)
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the training ground as I scanned the clearing, assessing my pack with a sense of pride. Through the clusters of oaks, their trunks adorned with glistening summer leaves, I could hear the grunts and shouts of our warriors. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and determination. Training sessions like these had become the cornerstone of our resilience, a means to forge an unwavering unity in a world increasingly fraught with danger.
My mate, Owen, stood at the center of the clearing, directing the efforts of our warriors. His strong physique was illuminated in the low sunlight, giving him an almost divine aura. Together, we had weathered storms that threatened to tear apart our lives and our pack, but now, new shado
