As soon as she recognized the first orange glow on the horizon, she decided to go to the training field. She took off her pyjamas and slipped into a pair of white cargo sweatpants, topped with a sports top. She tied her hair in a high ponytail and then pinned it into a tight bun. After pulling out her black fighting gloves, she jogged towards the training field.
To keep fit, there was a special field where the pack members could gain strength in their human form. The warriors of the pack go here every day, to spar with each other for hours, or fight with sticks. In Henry Sullivan's time, so to speak, discipline did not exist- it wasn’t that the warriors had stopped training. They just did it less… And skipped the mornings after parties and orgies…. And whenever they had hangovers, for oth
