-River POV-
“Do you really think they won’t try anything tomorrow?” I ask Christian.
The whole camp thing was five days ago. It’s now Friday and Christian and I are heading to something called a mating gathering.
“They better not.” Christian mumbles.
Neither Christian nor I wanted to come but Marco and Alana made us come. Apparently, it’s something new that packs are doing. It’s a small party where unmated werewolves of nearby packs gather to mingle. Alana, Kingston, Rylie, Grayson, and Ezekiel are staying over at our pack for a while and I like it. They are all great.
We are following one of the white vans of our pack where unnamed werewolves from our pack are riding.
We drive through a narrow road where the dark woods look like they close in on the road until we come to a c
