Mia
I stepped out of my bedroom, dressed in vibrant purple trouser pants and a white top.
My long, dark hair was tied in a ponytail with hair clips on both sides and I took a deep breath of the crisp morning air with a smile.
The sun which had risen not so long ago shone softly on the surrounding, bringing with it a flurry of early morning activity. Frynn was waiting for me, his bright smile infectious.
"Are you ready to see the Pack's territory, Mia?" He asked, his eyes crinkling with enthusiasm.
"I'm more than ready," I replied, feeling a flutter in my chest.
As we walked, Frynn pointed out notable landmarks and shared stories about the Pack's history. I listened intently, fascinated by the rich tradition.
"That's the ancient oak where our ancestors held council meetings," Frynn
