The location of the negotiation meeting was at the abandoned church which stood at the edge of town like a skeleton. Its white paint was already peeling and the windows had long since shattered.
Leona had passed it countless times growing up but had never been inside. Now, as their car pulled up to the overgrown parking lot, she understood why it had been chosen for the meeting.
It was a neutral ground. A place that belonged to neither pack, and watched over by neither alpha.
"Stay close," Davion said as he cut the engine. "And remember what I said. Observe and listen."
"Yes, sir."
Three other cars were already parked outside. Bloodclaw vehicles. Leona's pulse quickened as she stepped out into the cool evening air. She could smell them already, the distinct scent of the rival pack, sharp and unfamiliar.
The church doors hung open, and light flickered from within. Leona realized that they were candles, which means that someone had prepared the space.
