Penelope's POV

Stepping off the bus in Frostfang territory feels like returning to a crime scene where you were the victim. The familiar sights hit me with unexpected force the pristine streets, the perfectly maintained buildings, the pack members walking around like they own the world.

Everything looks smaller somehow.

"Damn," Zoe whistles as she joins me on the sidewalk. "This place is fancy. Like, stupid fancy."

"It's all about appearances here," I say, shouldering my gear bag. "Everything ...