We walk through the main doors of the packhouse. It is a very run-down building, paint peeling off the window frames and doors. Tiles are coming off the roof. The building was in serious disrepair. It really made you realise how lucky we were that we had such a nice packhouse and nice packlands.

All the buildings within Midnight Forest were well maintained and had been for as long as I can remember, and likely long before that too. That is just how the Winters family ran their pack.

I went to hold Lola’s hand, but she resisted, putting her hand in her pocket instead. I think me jumping to...