Taylor’s POV
The blackwood pack house stood at the center of two thousand acres of untouched forestland, set back from the state highways enough so that the closest human property was a dairy farm located three miles away to the north. To anyone passing by the facility, all they saw was another winery, with rows of grapes covering hillsides, a quaint tasting room, and a parking lot filled with visitors.
But what they didn't know about was what existed beyond that tasting room. The private road that passed by the fermentation facilities and into the woods. The little collection of cottages hidden in such a hollow that winter sun rarely reached it. The clearing where the Pack congregated during the full moon.
What they didn't sense like I did each time I came to this land was the low thr
