Jaxson doesn’t stop the car when we come to the wall of trees, like last time, and drives right through them. I feel a slight wave of some kind of energy but it is nowhere near as bad as last time.

“How does that work?” I ask Jaxson.

“A witch created the barrier, as long as the alpha is alive, no one can enter unless invited by a wolf or pack.” He tells me. I should have guessed it was some kind of magic.

We don't speak as we drive past the cabins, with people as well as a few wolves watching our car. A lot of people stop what they are doing to stare at us and it's a little unnerving. The only good thing is the few children I see running through the cabins, playing ball. The wolves all look like normal people, of different ages and wearing modern clothes. I don’t know what I expected them to be like, but this wasn’t it. You couldn’t tell there was anything different about them, other than they all seem better looking than most people. I wonder if that’s a wolf thing.

I wave back when a little boy about six starts jumping up and down, waving at me.

"Don't worry lass, they haven't seen a human on pack lands in a little while." He tells me.

"Why?" I ask still watching the people. They weren’t outside the last time we came, and I wonder if it’s because I was coming and they didn’t know what to expect.

"Humans and wolves don't mix," he looks at me in a strange way as he talks like he is reminding himself of that fact. I want to reply but he makes it clear the conversation is off-limits by stopping the car and getting out.

The slam of his door snaps me out of my internal thoughts and I jump out of my side of the car to follow Jaxson. He leads us around the main cabin and towards a large ground floor cabin, behind the main house. The outside is pretty empty of anything, and the building hasn’t got many windows.

Jaxson opens the door for me and says as I walk in,

"This is our training room." I watch as he moves away from me and flips a switch on the wall.

My jaw drops as the massive room comes into view. It's fitted with grey plain walls and matching soft tile flooring. There is one wall full of every weapon you can imagine and all of them shine in silver as the lights hit them. The other wall has ropes and benches lined up, with mats on the wall.

"There isn't anyone here," I comment as Jaxson pulls out two mats out from where they were resting on the wall and chucks them like they weigh nothing on to the floor. They slam making my ears ring.