The morning after the tree incident, a thick fog swallowed the North Bend.
Inside the lodge, the air was heavy. Silas had called a mandatory Town Hall meeting.
"We're leaving in ten," Caleb said, entering the kitchen. He looked like a rugged mountain man, but I couldn't look at him without seeing the titan who had caught a falling tree.
"I’m ready," I replied, strapping Leo into his carrier.
The Den of Wolves
The Town Hall smelled of damp wool and old hostility. As we walked in, the room went dead silent.
These weren't neighborly stares. These were predatory.
At the front sat Elder Silas, looking like he was carved from the mountain itself.
"The Alpha arrives," Silas rasped. "And he brings the catalyst for our ruin."
"Enough, Silas," Caleb growled. The windows rattled. "E
