Alan breathed heavily as he stepped into the entrance of the pack house, sweat dripping down his face and his clothes sticking to his skin.
He had just returned from a long run with his brothers, pushing his body to the limit as they sprinted through the dark forests.
They had changed their training routines; they were now racing in their human forms to strengthen themselves.
They knew who their opponent was and knew what he was capable of doing.
The moon was full, casting a soft glow over everything, and he could see the stars twinkling in the sky.
The streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement, and the cool breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers.
Now, as he stepped into the house, he felt a sense of relief wash over him.
He knew that the night was just beginning, and he couldn't wait to enjoy its beauty.
