Being new to the shifter lifestyle, I had never been to the Sanctum before. The home of the elder council, and the place of governing reign for the shifter community. I expected it to be something like the pentagon or even the white house.
Instead, though, it looked like a castle in the middle of nowhere that needed severe renovations, and something bright to take away from its gothic appeal.
I was all for the gothic looks, but this… seemed more run down.
“Are they poor or something?” I asked no one in particular as I looked out the window.
The guys all laughed as I turned my gaze to James, who was smiling.
“No, the outside looks like this for a reason. So no one comes in and they can carry on as they please,” Hale replied, casting glances to Damian in the front seat.
“Ivy, when we get in here, I want you to stay close to one of us at all times,” Damian said softly as he glanced at me through the rear-view mirror. “Please.”
