The early morning air was fresh and crisp, a gentle chill clinging to the ground as Roseanne made her way to the training grounds. She hugged her light jacket close, her steps quiet on the dew-dampened grass. The sky above was just beginning to blush with the first hints of dawn, casting a soft glow over the otherwise deserted pack territory.
She had made sure to get up before anyone else, knowing that this part of the grounds would likely be empty. Despite her healing arm, Roseanne couldn't shake the desire that had been growing in her—to become stronger, to be capable of standing beside Davian and the pack rather than only watching from the sidelines.
