Lana’s POV
Drake borrowed Tate’s car, the drive to Black Creek Pack wasn’t long, only about twenty minutes by car before we hit the border. Once we stepped over the border though Drake became unbelievably tense, his knuckles turning white as he clutched the steering wheel. This Pack and town is vastly different. Everything is sleek and modern, almost industrial like and very black and white. No colour on any of the houses and even the town itself was very plain to look at compared to Tate’s pack which to me looked more friendly and homely with the woods surrounding it and its cottage style houses. This place looked controlled, heavily controlled, nothing out of place, too clean and organised. Barely anyone was on the streets and the place reminded me of a ghost town.
We pulled up to a ma
