NATHAN
The silence in the pack at two in the afternoon was enough to tell me it was no place for anyone to live. There were no wolves training since it was Saturday and there were no pups running around with their mothers calling out their names just so they would get inside. My father ruled with an iron fist but the pack members still knew what it meant to be a pack member and that was something they cherished.
If none of that was happening in the pack, I wondered what they enjoyed and if they actually knew what it felt like to be members of a pack in the slightest form.
"Are you sure we are in the right place?" Finn asked, voicing my thoughts. "This place does not look anything like a pack. It looks like a desert that has buildings. I am not sure anyone is living here. There is absolutely no way a sane person would live here."
