The council stayed in a massive building a bit of a distance away from the pack house.
It looked like it was built in another century. It had stone walls and a gate so high it resembled a prison. As we drove in, the smell of incense and sage filled my nose.
“They like to burn sage here,” Elias explained. “Something about good luck.”
The car stopped in front of a pair of massive metal doors. A man in a long flowing robe stood there waiting for us. He stared at the window like he could see through it, and my heart began to hammer in my chest.
“Everything will be fine,” Elias assured me. “They will love you.”
He got out of the car first and opened my door for me. I took his hand and let him help me out. The man in the robe still hadn’t stopped staring at us the entire time. His expressio
