Trina’s POV
I got to the pack by evening and got to the bar which looked like it was on the outskirts of town.
“Ma’am,” the driver said as I stepped out of the carriage to see many shady looking people stealing glances at me. “I don’t think it is advisable to be here for long. It isn’t safe. This packs alpha doesn’t care what happens to outsiders.”
“I don’t expect him to,” I sighed. “Stay here and take care of the carriage.”
With that, I got into the bar.
The dimly lit bar was filled with the stench of stale alcohol and the sound of loud laughter. As I stepped through the doorway, the eyes of the drunken men fixated on me, a lone woman navigating the sea of drunk men. It was clear that I did not belong in this den of evil, but I had a crucial task at hand.
‘Keep moving,’ my wolf said
