Sean’s POV
Warning- Norwegian words ahead, I give translations.
I boarded a plane in Romania and sat with a group of noisy humans for six long hours before landing in Norway. After landing, I got my bags and headed to get a rental. I looked at my map and headed to the next pack's location. It was a two-hour drive through beautiful fall colors. This place reminded me of New England in the fall and it was cold like it was there too.
Pulling up to the small wooden fence, I saw a warrior in wolf form and one standing at the gate that looked like a Viking. He had traditional clothing on and I wondered if I had just stepped onto the set of the TV show Vikings instead of the pack territory I was headed to.
I rolled my car window down to talk to the warriors. I wonder how friendly they woul
