Pack
Yet.
Arriving at her place, a high-rise building made of gray cement and festooned with brown rusted balconies, they parked around the corner before hiking back. They vetoed the front entrance, which was well lighted and locked. As they slid around to the back, the scent of wolf hit them. With his jaw tight, Gavin followed the smell right up to a service door and yanked on the handle. It gave easily, the reason being someone had taped the latch so it wouldn't trip.