I straightened myself in the vehicle, hoping to be comfortable for the next three hours. It was a long drive to Swanhill, the small town up north where the Goldridge Pack lived. Even though it was small, the wolves of the pack were strong, well-trained and taught.

They were known for their strength than their numbers.

"We should get going." Leander spoke to the driver in front, giving him directions and informing him about were we had to head. He returned back to me in moments and said, "Hopefully we will be there by afternoon."

I took in a deep breath and looked out of the windows. The black, tinted...