Sera walked into the gym hours before the first light of day would filter through the tall windows. That was the worst part of winter in Country N… the sun didn't rise until almost 9:00 most mornings. It made it all that much harder to want to get out of bed when the sky was still that dark.
Not like she had really been in bed in the first place.
But she did have a very nice bearskin run being dried in the garage now.
The usual quiet hum of the machines greeted her: treadmills running at low speed, the occasional clank of weights on the floor, and the distant sounds of the early morning crowd starting to gather. The gym was already awake, but for Sera, it was still early.
