The walk to the pack house was so quiet that I could hear the sound of our footsteps echoing against the stone path. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and smoke, and every step I took made my chest tighten more. I didn’t know why, but I could feel something in the air, something like I didn’t belong.
The room we came out of was at the far end of the pack’s compound, almost hidden among the trees. From there, the pack house stood tall and proud like a palace made of gold and stone. As we drew closer, I couldn’t help but stare. The building looked nothing like anything I had seen before. It was richly built, with large glass windows reflecting the bright afternoon sun. Every corner seemed to shine, as though the walls themselves were alive.
My eyes moved slowly across the place. Wol
