Rafe's POV

The towering structures of the city, at first a distant promise, rapidly materialised into concrete reality. The winding gravel path surrendered to smooth asphalt, and the dense treeline gave way to flickering streetlights and the faint, rhythmic hum of urban life. The air itself felt different – heavy with the smell of exhaust, fast food, and something vaguely metallic, a stark contrast to the clean, pine-scented air of the pack lands.

As we crossed the invisible ...