Mia Heather's POV
The ride into Sablethorn grew stranger with every mile. I expected it to look familiar to other rogue packs and imitate Killer's MC structure of pack houses, freedom and wildlings. Instead, it unfolded into something breathtaking.
As we climbed a long ridge, the forest peeled away and revealed a massive valley lit with shimmering lights. Tall structures rose in spiraling shapes, market streets glowed bright even at dusk and wolves walked confidently in fine coats. The sight of children racing through stone pathways laughing quickly lightened me, lanterns hung beautifully from trees, glowing a soft lavender as carriages littered each street we rode past.
It looked civilized and carried a distinct outwardly feeling. It was nothing like the Bloodmoon, Killers MC or any ro
