The Result

The morning dawned quietly over the Blood Stone Pack's grounds, casting a gentle glow across the forested hills and dewy grass. As Roseanne stepped out of the packhouse, the cool morning air brushed her face, refreshing but tinged with a hint of anticipation. She had risen earlier than usual, hoping to catch some time alone before the day unfolded. Her fingers absentmindedly brushed over her shoulder, where she still felt the faint ache from her injuries, but her heart felt lighter today. It was as though each morning brought her a little closer to finding her place here.

She was just about to head toward the training grounds when she noticed a familiar figure approaching—the tall, composed figure of Marvin, Davian's Beta. He seemed to have just returned, his clothes slightly dusty, as though he'd traveled some distance. His steps were purposeful, yet there was a slight weariness in his eyes, hinting at the toll of the journey he'd undertaken.