Pack Territory

Grace watched as their vehicles entered the gates of the pack territory. “Why do we look like we’re entering a war zone?” There were guards with guns and what she’d once assumed were giant attack dogs, but now knew were shifters in their animal forms. This was unreal to her. She felt like she was slipping into another world through some sort of magical quick sands. Unreal and yet too real.

“I’m afraid it’s a Cold War right now with a high probability of it becoming very active soon.” Bart informed her.

“Why, what do you mean?” Grace couldn’t believe much of anything she’d been told even though it all seemed in an over done production for just her benefit. She wanted to believe, but the investigator in her wanted independent proof to back this all up.

“It was my job to keep you away from the police station and away from Hectric so that we can deal it with.” Bart was getting sick of Grace asking the same questions as if she expected a different answer each ti