Rosemary
The days that followed my vision were a blur of chaos and relentless preparation. Ethan’s leadership, always strong and decisive, turned razor sharp as he took direct control of the pack training. He pushed everyone to their limits, demanding speed, precision, and endurance. I often caught glimpses of him on the training grounds, his voice cutting through the air as he demonstrated maneuvers and barked orders. The warriors responded to him with a fierce determination, their respect for him undeniable.
I had my own battles to face. Most of my days were spent deep in the woods, far from the noise and bustle of the pack house. There, in the quiet solitude of the forest, I practiced my magic. The new type of magic I had awakened was unlike anything I had ever known. It was intuitive
