About twenty minutes after the fleet of cars had passed, and five requests to speak with the alpha, she was finally let into the property. But something was different.
The Canaan pack hearth, which was the main meeting ground of all shifters affiliated with the local pack, was located on a very big swath of land. It extended several miles and she shared the woods with them on the north side since her home was there.
Anytime she visited she often had to take a long trip on foot, from the gate to the pack house used for public and non-pack member meetings. This time though, a young male sidled up to her walking form in an old-world golf cart.
"Would you like a ride?" He asked with a wide polite face.
