The soft rustling of leaves filled the air as Roseanne strolled through the Blood Stone Pack's gardens. It was a beautiful day, the kind she rarely appreciated before but now found comforting. Vivid greenery stretched around her, broken by bursts of vibrant colors from the blooming flowers. The sky above was a clear blue, the warmth of the sun offering a sharp contrast to the cold, snow-covered land she had seen in her dreams.
Yet, her thoughts were far from the serene beauty surrounding her. Her dreams had grown more vivid and frequent, and each time she awoke, a lingering unease clung to her. The image of the white wolf remained etched in her mind, its piercing gaze a riddle she couldn't solve.