LXIII

Rosalie

Several hours later, we found ourselves pulling up a long, gated driveway. Trees, even more ancient than the ones found surrounding the Eclipse Pack, towered above us, casting the gravel path ahead into gloomy shadows. The sun, as far as we could tell, was just beginning to peek over the horizon. The angry red glow of dawn making the lower forest line light up in a blaze of colour.

At the end of the drive, was a large wooden lodge sprawled out before us.

It stood in darkness indicating that we were the first ones to arrive.

“Geesh” Landon whistled under his breath. “I though you said this was a safe house? Its bigger than the pack house back home.”

My cheeks flooded red at his observation.

“Well, the packs here are a little bit bigger than in England. Each pack covers a lot more ground and are fewer between so makes it easier to roam and spread out. A safe house is there to ensure that it can accommodate everyone comfortably. Even this once is considered small for us.”

Lan