The Price of Desire

Vera

I stand before the gates of the Shadow Pack, my lips curved into a steady smile. The place looks exactly as the stories said—eerie, unsettling. The air feels heavy, and the tall, black gates tower like a chilling warning.

No wonder people call it the ghost pack. This is the very place everyone completely avoids, the place mothers use to scare their children into behaving themselves. But fear has no final place in me tonight. I came here for one solid reason, and ...