Daemon
The car rolled slowly through the automatically opening gates and onto the grounds. After travelling several metres over fine gravel, Seymour switched off the engine.
“Well, here we are,” Thorren announced, for some reason stating the obvious.
The alpha was visibly excited, and I understood him perfectly. What was happening here and now was a historic event: no lycan had ever been permitted to set foot on the witches’ territory before. What was more, if the hostile clans discovered the Coven’s location, the witches would be in serious trouble.
We had lived divided by fear and old grievances for far too long to simply cross an invisible boundary one day and pretend that nothing extraordinary had happened. Sometimes peace did not begin with grand vows and treaties but with a cauti
