Sweet Sanctuary
It only took six hours to reach the border of the Black Water Pack's territory, but every mile felt heavier than the last. My stomach knotted and twisted in ways that made me question if it was the road or the anticipation gnawing at me. Simon was quiet, his hands tense around the steering wheel, the silence stretching like a taut wire between us. I could feel my pulse in my temples as we crossed the invisible line that marked the beginning of their land. The dense trees seemed to close around the road, their trunks tall and unyielding, casting long, elongated shadows in the dim light of the fading afternoon. The air smelled different here, richer, a subtle musk that spoke of unseen creatures and the deep secrets of the forest. Simon dug his phone from the side pocket of his seat, tapping
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