“Welcome to our home,” Terry said as we were entering the gate of his pack. It didn’t look like a gate at all. There wasn’t a fence or anything around the pack. The only thing I saw was a wooden arc across the road and above that a sign that said ‘Welcome’.
“Your land is unfenced?” I asked him, surprised and probably with shock visible on my face.
“Our country isn’t as big as yours across the ocean. Instead of being a closed and secluded community, we are practically a village of our own. Don’t get me wrong. We do not have tourists or anything like that. Most people make appointments with our Alpha because they do business with us, but most of the time we present ourselves as humans since we live close to them,” he explained carefully, but I still found it strange. I wasn’t used to commu
