~Nathan~
At first, I don't want to believe it's what I'm suspecting as I follow the trails of the smoke. It leads me to a fence. A thick high fence. From outside, I can hear grunts, snarls, growls, incantations.
“I don't think you wanna go in there,” my beast growls as though he can already tell what's going on.
But then I'm Nathan and I don't listen. It's hard to ignore, especially when I can already imagine what's going on. I may not give one fvck about this pack but I still have the ones I love here. If this is some hideout for some beings then I have to find out.
The gate is not locked and gives away way too easily when I push it. I sneak in. Different scents strike my nostrils as soon as I enter such that I have to briefly halt to steady myself. Witches, lycans, shape shifter
