-HUDSON'S POV-
Pulling up my vehicle, I stopped at the MoonBlood patrol border. The big classical iron gate, which is joined to two sizable square pillars with the name of the pack carved on them, has been there for decades, yet Terryl managed to keep it looking immaculate. It has curving tops and elaborate metal scrollwork in black and gold that connects to a brick wall fence that encloses acres of woodland and dwellings.
Three guards approached my car. Two encircled my black Chevrolet Corvette doing their spot checks, while the third interrogated me.
“Good morning.” Maintaining a straight face, I was in my Alpha zone so that they would know to be very cautious in their interaction with me. “Alpha Hudson here. I’m expected.” I showed my driver's license to confirm my identity. The back
