The truck stopped a dozen yards from the pack house, leaving ample space for the two packs to gather. Another car had traveled behind us, containing Lothair, Sibyelle, and two more Dalesbloom wolves. Still, David’s intentions of an ambush implied that more packmates and dragons were lurking in the forest, waiting to strike. My lungs felt heavy with dread before Catrina roughly dragged me out of the truck, and then in the damp, humid air, I was met with a conglomeration of even more scents. ...