As we made our way towards the border of my father's pack, I fought to keep myself under control, telling myself over and over again I had been through worse than this before. Brax sat next to me in the car. I gripped his hand tight.
The voices whispered incessantly in my mind, their words growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment. Shadows danced at the edge of my vision, flickering like ghosts in the fading light of dusk. I clenched Brax's hand tighter.
When we finally reached the border, Nick stopped the car, and Lucian turned around to look at us. "we have to walk from here."
I looked outside the car, seeing the big differences between the two lands. My pack's land was covered with thick snow, which I should have been surprised about since the pack's name was Winter
