Kael
It was almost dawn when we arrived at the edge of the human world.
The sky was turning from black to deep purple, with thin strips of orange on the horizon. We had maybe sixty minutes before full daylight.
We'd taken a car from the pack house—a large SUV that fit all of us comfortably. But we'd stopped about three miles from the border and continued on foot from there. Cars could be tracked, but footsteps were harder to follow.
The crossing itself was uneventful. The border guards recognised us and let us through without question. Alpha Terry had called ahead and cleared our passage. So no paperwork, and no delays.
The moment we crossed into human territory, I felt the pack bonds go silent. That familiar hum in the back of my mind just... stopped. It was unsettling, even though I'd experienced it before, like losing one of your senses.
