There is silence for some moments as the eight of us arrive at a large metal gate. Nicholas suggested as we left the house that we trek it hence the distance from his mansion to the pack lands is a stone's throw away.

 

 

My hand in his I gape at the barrier, the metal painted a black shade and a realistic drawing embedded on it. The silver strokes are done perfectly to form a picture of two wolves facing each other, blue eyes locked, bones taut as they stand poised.

 

 

"What do you see?" His thick voice asks from my left and I turn slightly to face him, a brow...