Waking up around five in the morning, Evan finished his business before going out for his usual morning run. Ever since he was a kid, he had always felt a certain attachment to the time of dawn, probably because it gave him the hope that no matter what, the darkness would always be vanished by light. On his way out, he saw several guards who looked half dead because of the night patrol. Greeting them a good morning to cheer them up, he put on his best smile. Walking out of the pack house, he took a deep breath just before he started running.
"Isn't it nice Gavin?", asking his wolf, he felt lively feeling the rush of air against his face. Even though running in his wolf form was more than satisfying, he preferred to use his legs to feel the burning muscles. His legs moved on their own whil
