The road ahead stretched for miles as the driver set a steady course towards The Nightshade Pack’s territory. The journey was expected to take three hours, the anticipation in the air almost palpable. In the backseat of the lead car, Frances glanced out the window at the passing scenery, her thoughts a mix of curiosity and apprehension about the impending meeting with Alpha Troy.
Besides Frances, Anthony was engrossed in his phone, scrolling through a barrage of emails. Despite the importance of the meeting, business never seemed to pause, and Anthony quietly replied to urgent messages, his demeanor calm and focused. The hum of the engine and the rhythmic sway of the car offered a familiar background to his work.
Behind them, three sleek black cars maintained a close formation, serving b
