Marisol’s tour felt more like a guarded march than an exploration. There were so many eyes on her that she couldn’t even relax enough to really take anything in. The pack members who trailed behind her at a safe distance maintained a stifling silence, their eyes avoiding hers as they moved through the confined spaces of the pack house.

“Um….. So, can you tell me more about Redwood’s history?” Marisol finally spoke, attempting to break the awkward silence surrounding them, and at her ...