The car rumbled softly as it finally crossed into the Crestfallen Pack's territory. My chest tightened as I gazed out the window. I watched as dense forests slowly gave way to an expansive clearing where homes and buildings stood. Large log houses, cobbled stone paths, and wooden fences marked different areas of the land.
As we drove deeper into the heart of the territory, I spotted werewolves in both human and wolf forms moving about their daily lives. Some patrolled the area, while others worked on repairing structures. A few kids nearby played under the watchful eyes of their elders.
I sighed deeply. After a few years, I was finally back in this world.
The car finally stopped in front of a large, two-story lodge—the Crestfallen Pack's main hall. It was beautifully crafted, with towering wooden beams and intricate carvings. I swallowed as I tightened my arms around Daemond, Marcus, and Ksaver.
Sarah turned to me with a reassuring smile. "We're here…"
