Lynn's POV
The next day found us on a plane, then in a rental car, driving deeper and deeper into the Rocky Mountains.
The landscape transformed around us. Urban sprawl gave way to forest. Highways became winding mountain roads. Civilization retreated until there was nothing but wilderness and sky.
"It's beautiful," Dad murmured, his hands steady on the wheel as we climbed higher into the mountains.
It was. Breathtakingly so.
The town appeared around a bend like something from a storybook. Nestled in a valley between towering peaks。
"The Ravencrest pack lived here?" I breathed.
"Apparently," Dad said, consulting the GPS coordinates Richardson had provided. "Though 'lived' might be past tense. I haven't seen any people."
He was right. The town was eerily quiet. Beautiful but abandon
