Darryl arrived at the Shadow Wolves’ pack and parked his car neatly outside the packhouse. The familiar building stood tall and strong, surrounded by warriors keeping watch. As he stepped out of his car, he immediately spotted Croxx walking down the steps, ready to leave.
“Croxx,” Darryl called, raising his hand slightly to get his attention. Croxx turned, a little surprised to see him.
“Sir Darryl? What are you doing here?” he asked politely.
“I need to see Nox. Is he here?” Darryl asked, his tone serious.
“He’s inside. Wait here, I’ll inform him first,” Croxx replied quickly. Without wasting another second, he jogged back into the packhouse to give word that Darryl had come to visit.
A few minutes later, Croxx returned with a small smile on his face.
“Let’s go inside,” he said, g
