Azura pressed her face against the car window like an excited golden retriever on its first road trip. Last night, everything had been shrouded in darkness, but now? Now she could actually see the pack territory in all its glory—and she was pleasantly surprised.
This werewolf world looked... exactly like the modern world she came from.
Modern houses. Paved roads. Streetlights. A convenience store in the distance that looked like it sold chips and soda.
The only things that screamed different were the ridiculously high-tech-looking fences snaking around the perimeter and the vast, intimidating forest that loomed beyond them like a green, furry monster.
She let out a breath of pure relief. Thank the heavens she'd landed in a modern-day werewolf novel. If she'd ended up in some medieval fantasy novel where bathing was a seasonal event and toilets were holes in the ground, she would've simply laid down and accepted death.
