RG's POV
I groaned as I rolled out of bed, my old bones creaking like a rusty gate. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, but there was no time to waste. We had a world to save, after all.
I shuffled into the kitchen, the smell of coffee already filling the air. Kara was there, looking annoyingly chipper for this ungodly hour.
"Morning, sunshine," she chirped, sliding a mug across the counter to me.
I grunted in response, taking a long sip. "You're way too happy for someone about to get their ass kicked."
Kara just grinned, her eyes sparkling with that familiar determination. "Bring it on, old man."
We made our way outside, the grass still wet with dew. The air was crisp, carrying the promise of another scorching day. Perfect weather for pushing a stubborn wolf to her limits.
