Den of Wolve
Libby fell asleep on the way there, and the drive wasn't too long, but it did take us to the middle of freaking nowhere. Not a big surprise there; wolves do love their solitude, don't they? Not that I blame them. When the giant wolves flank the car, Megan call's me and tells me to just keep driving. I do as I am told and follow Matt into the pack. Besides being completely removed from the world, the pack grounds look normal enough that any human who found themselves here wouldn't be suspicious. We drive through the town and through residential neighborhoods until we get to the larger gate, and Matt stops rolling down his window and punching in a code. The driveway is about a mile long, winding through trees. When we round the last corner, the pack house comes into view, and it is evident
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