As the sun began to set, Lila and Georgia decided to take a walk around the pack's territory. They needed to clear their minds and process everything that had happened.
As they walked, they stumbled upon a small clearing. In the center of the clearing stood an old, gnarled tree. Lila felt a sense of familiarity wash over her.
"Georgia, look," Lila said, pointing to the tree. "This is the old oak tree where James wanted to meet us."
Georgia's eyes widened. "What do you think he wanted to talk to us about?" she asked.
Lila shrugged. "I don't know, but I'm glad we didn't go. Who knows what he had planned?"
As they stood there, a rustling sound came from behind the tree. Lila’s heart began to race as a figure emerged from the shadows.
It was Lita, the pack's cook. She looked nervous and
