Chapter 212: Adelaide.

Lyros pulls into the parking lot of the large building and awe has my throat feeling parched and my mouth slack jawed.

“It’s called a Cinema.”

I nod despite knowing fully well what a cinema is and that this is one. Human males and females discuss and walk past as I get down from the car and the wind blows the hair falling into my eyes backward slightly.

I’ve always wanted to do this.

Memories of me in my father’s pack come back and I remember how I would watch the others go out for movie nights in the local cinemas.

The packs more inland of the barrier, live in a medieval age type world. The way Raleigh has castles and wooden ships.

The closer some people are to the barrier, the closer the effects of the modern world reach us.

The Briarwood pack was one of those packs that was close enough to have had a few of us join the legendary human werewolf court. The King beyond the border would accept a few new intakes into his court each ten years, and when the selected wolves leave, they’d c