SOLANA
The rain was pelting down, drenching us, as we stood outside the entrance of The Blood Moon Pack.
"Well then," I said softly, surveying my surroundings. The years have not been kind to the Packhouse. What was one undoubtedly a beautiful, large mansion, nestled in the depths of the national park, is now a derelict ruin, fire damage scarring the outside of the building. Due to the layout of the area, the fire would never have made it to the trees, as the house is situated in the middle of a large meadow. Vines wind their way in and out of windows, breaking through the walls and wrapping the mansion up, nature claiming it as her own.
I take a deep breath, looking around at the gang, before taking the first steps into my old home. I grab the torch out of my back pocket, turning it
