Lesley's POV.

I looked up and noticed that the sun was low in the skies. Although it hadn't felt like it, I'd been in the prison for almost a day. I'd been treated fairly for someone who'd trespassed. I got to sleep and eat before I was taken into questioning.

Unlike back home, where the prison was an unground basement beneath a storage house, this pack had their prison deep within the forest. Before I got out, I'd been blindfolded and was now standing at the edge of the tree line, looking at an astonishing and beautiful building, I suspected was the packhouse.

"Wow," I breathed, barely able to contain...