Tracy's POV
From the moment we drove into Blackshadow’s territory, my nerves had been anything but calm. I couldn't stop my mind from spinning with every horrible scenario imaginable.
This is a terrible idea. Coming here is a terrible idea. Everything about this is just wrong.
“This is it,” Alpha Philips' son, Ethan, announced as we arrived in front of Black Shadows Pack house.
While the other representatives were marvelled by its looks, and couldn't stop yapping about it, my stomach churned.
We all got out of the car, and less than a minute later the huge front door of the Pack house opened.
I froze, as my eyes landed on one of the guards I met at the border a few weeks ago while I was fleeing Black Shadow.
“Hello, we're representatives of Mystic Hollow Pack,” Ethan introduced us
