Keziah snorted, glancing over her broad shoulder. “Most packs in California are a little too happy-go-lucky for my tastes,” she said, raising a brow. “They mingle with humans far more freely—don’t seem to see the danger in that. We keep more to ourselves.” She paused, motioning to the buildings stretching out ahead of us. “We’re self-sufficient. I’d never stop a packmate from traveling further into civilization if they had a need, but…well, we try to avoid that.”
I stayed silent as we walked on, aware of eyes falling on me and quickly flickering away. They may not have realized who I was as Fenris, but they certainly sensed the power of the Lunar Lord. My wolf rumbled, clearly pleased with the pack’s awe and hint of fear, but I tried to focus on Celeste instead.
“Do you completely avoid
