Hope
I step onto the training field just after dawn. Dew chills the grass under the soles of my shoes. The sky is pale, pink‑etched, and I spot Tessa already stretching near the stone markers.
Morning light glints off her hair as she moves into her warm‑up routine—high kicks, twisting lunges, rolls.
I want to play, my wolf whines.
It has been a while since we ran with our sister hasn't it?
Yes too long, my wolf says.
Not today but soon, I promise we will.
Wolves are social creatures and in order to keep them happy and healthy, pack runs were nokey.
I approach quietly, boots silent on soft earth, watching as worry knots at her posture, tight shoulders, her eyes flicker ahead, unsettled.
“Early start today, huh?” I ask, stepping closer. My breath puffs in the cold air.
She keeps
