As the rain fell harder, a car arrived at the pack house gates and was waved through by the patrolling guards. An umbrella was quickly held over the arriving guest's head as he stepped out into the rain, dressed in nothing more than a tank top and trousers, his silver hair already dampening from the downpour.
His gray eyes slowly lifted to the windows of the building above him, sharp and searching, as though looking for something. The moment he found it, his gaze remained fixed on a single window.
Neither the rain nor the darkness hindered his vision. From where he stood, he watched the scene unfolding inside with perfect clarity. His fingers slowly curled into fists at his sides, every muscle in his body tightening at what he saw.
"Welcome to the Grim Pack, Nick." Welcomed the man who had stepped out of the car alongside him, Kenny's distant cousin, the one who had extended the invitation in the first place to him.
