The next morning dawned bright and early, the sunlight streaming through the windows of the pack house as I prepared for my first day of training under Daemon’s watchful eye. My heart raced with anticipation and trepidation as I dressed in a fitted tank top and training pants, mentally steeling myself for whatever challenges lay ahead.
I stepped out of my room, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the halls. As I made my way to the training grounds, I passed by Brenda, who was sitting on a bench, tying her shoelaces.
“Hey, you look serious,” she said, a teasing grin on her face. “Big day ahead?”
“Something like that,” I replied, trying to keep my expression neutral despite the nervous flutter in my stomach.
Brenda’s grin widened. “Don’t think I’m not going to remind you o
