Leon’s POV
When our vehicle—an old-model SUV—pulled into the city Lysander had spent a decade building from scratch, Diane couldn’t sit still. She perched on the edge of her seat, leaning against the window with her eyes wide, clearly astonished by the elegance of Silverpine.
Whenever Lysander had referred to this place as a "pack," I had pictured a sizable mansion inhabited by average people. I had no clue it was this massive, a thriving metropolis with subjects moving purposefully through the streets. As the car moved toward the palace, I tried my best not to be carried away. Lysander might have spent his resources building fancy structures, but that didn't make it any better than Howl Hollow.
Unlike him, who had fled the wild and abandoned the true essence of the wolf, I had stayed t
