They were in the Nightclaw pack.
Myra was more than awestruck when they walked past the gate, which opened to a street-lit walkway.
a hundred townhouses all lined against the street with bustling signs of the nightlife of the Nightclaw pack,
It wasn’t like anywhere she’d been to, through the stone walkways, to the upturned bridge that leads to that pack’s main town or the castle.
But she turned away quickly, knowing this wasn’t the time to be ogling the beautiful city when there was an unconscious person in need of help.
Myra tailed with haste, already following the guard when she felt a hold on her forearm, turning to meet Draven's gaze.
"Myra, you don't need to go; you’ve done enough to help," she hears Draven call as his hands pull her back, but she leans and presses her finger ov
