Lyla
The sun hung low on the White Mountains when we arrived at White Lake Pack.
The evening light cast long shadows across the landscape creating an almost ethereal atmosphere. If I thought that Ramsey's pack was beautiful, I had no words to describe the beauty I saw at White Lake.
I sat quietly as we drove into the Pack, staring out of the window as the fading sunlight bathed the landscape in hues of gold and orange. I was nervous. I had no idea what the outcome of the cleansing would be and I still didn't understand what Nanny was doing here.
Earlier, when I wanted to talk to her, the high priestess told me she would not be able to hold conversations until the cleansing ceremony was over and that she needed to maintain her aura. I had no idea what that meant but I decided all my questions would wait until after the ceremony.
