"Should we walk the rest of the way to the Pack or do you want to open a gate in and then clear our way back out again?" I ask Karl, tilting my chin at the witches who obviously can't keep up the sort of pace that we can. Walking with them it would take days to get to Alpha Conway's pack.
"It's best if we all transfer over. Safety in numbers, and it would be better to get the full story of what happened when we're not at risk of being attacked." Karl agrees.
Karl focuses for a moment then opens a gate, a shimmering purple circle a little taller than he is. Through it I can see the pack grounds, tinted with the people of Arcane magic. But they're not peacefully waiting for us to arrive, they're under attack. Werewolves in their wolf form are everywhere, fighting a combination of overgrown magical Beasts and what look like horrors from someone's bad acid trip.
