Seventeen

As Calix pulls into the Highmoon Pack territory, Amira feels as if she has been transported to another world, like a hidden fantasy realm just beyond the dreary and grey city she has always lived in. She never knew there could be such a bountiful and beautiful place as the Highmoon territory, the grass as green as the fake grass on some of the richest places in Morrowfalls, but lush and real. The dense trees seem to help keep the fog of the swamp away but are still scattered enough to let in a rare view of sunlight as the clouds pass by.

Pulling up to the pack house her tongue nearly falls out of her mouth as her jaw topples open, looking at the mass structure as if it just stepped out of the Viking era.

“This is your pack house?” she whispers.

Calix chuckles. “A lot better compared to that shabby ex-boyfriend's house.” He stops and peers at the front. “With the door wide open,” he mutters. He removes her off his lap and gets out of the car, expos