The other Alphas immediately rushed toward the spot where the portal should have been and Lyralei found herself wondering if this might be her chance to slip away and escape. But even as the thought crossed her mind, she knew it would be stupid, four packs worth of wolves surrounded her and she had nowhere to run anyway. So she moved with them, her wet dress clinging uncomfortably to her legs as she walked, watching as they all gathered at a specific point in the clearing.
The space looked different from the rest of the area somehow, though Lyralei couldn’t quite put her finger on why. Ancient standing stones formed a circle around the spot, each taller than three men and carved with symbols that looked older than anything she’d ever seen. The symbols reminded her of the books in her pack
