Logan’s POV
Standing firm, I glare down at the gamma guarding the entrance to Lakeshore’s territory.
“Do you see this invitation?” I hold it aloft, ensuring that the guards get a good look at the gold embossed card stock and the unique Lakeshore Pack seal gleaming on the paper. “I assure you it is authentic. Now, let our warriors pass, we are expected to compete tomorrow.”
“Standard procedure,” the gammas lie. For some reason, they’re stalling. A long train of cars file in behind me, blocking the highway. A few begin honking their horns.
“Which pack are you from again?” the guard pulls out his scanner and zaps the barcode on the bottom of the card, his face blank and unreadable.
“Blackthorn,” I announce without missing a beat. I made sure every member of my pack knew exactly what t
