Chapter 55: Shadows of the Fallen
The morning air bit at Sophia's lungs as she jogged along the snow-dusted trails skirting the Nightshade Pack's compound, her boots crunching rhythmically against the frozen ground.
The sky hung low, a heavy gray promising more snow, while the towering pines loomed like silent sentinels, their branches sagging under fresh powder. Her breath puffing in white clouds as she pushed to keep pace with the pack's young warriors and hunters-in-training. Sweat beaded her forehead despite the cold, her muscles burning from the relentless pace, but her vibrant blue eyes gleamed with determination.
She'd joined the morning runs as Orion ordered, and she'd be damned if she lagged behind.
