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...