After almost an hour of running, Ryker and I approached Lycan territory. The trees were bent in every direction, not one of them standing straight, roots crawled along the forest floor, and eerie fog lay heavy around us.
Ryker shifted into his human and handed me some clothes that had been hidden inside a tree stump. I pulled the shirt over my head and followed him through the fog, listening to the hoots and howls coming from deeper in the woods.
When the trees cleared and the fog suddenly dissipated, I gaped at the hundreds, if not thousands, of houses built into the mountainside. We stood atop a mountain with the community of Lycans below us. Though it was one a.m., every cabin had a light on. At the very bottom was a plateau, where Lycans were training in an open field that stretched
