The warrior had dropped me outside of what seemed like a very simplistic cottage on the outskirts of the main area of the pack homes. There, I could assume, lived the Pack Elder I needed to speak to. Without even waiting with me, the warrior walked away just as I knocked upon the front door.
I stood before the door, with trembling legs, beginning to wonder if I should flee, but my wolf snarled proudly to make me aware she was there, providing me the surge of confidence that I needed. Her presence was so lacking of late, that its sudden appearance brought tears to my eyes. The door before me opened, taking me by surprise, and a tall, muscular man, with greying hair stood before looking more than a little puzzled to see me.
"Can I help you?" He demanded. "Are you lost?"
I could not help but smile at the way that he responded. It was almost like the man rarely had visitors. "Are you Patrick?"
