It wasn’t long before I realized that we weren’t heading back to the compound. We were going in a different direction, nothing looked familiar.
“Where are we going?” I asked, really confused.
“We just have to make a stop on the way back. It’s a little bit of a detour, but I have to go back there.” Austin said. And he didn’t say anything else about it.
When we got to the border or another pack the patrols let him straight through and we drove up to the packhouse. It was a large three story packhouse and I could see that it was a large pack as well.
I got out of the car and I could see people everywhere. A lot of them stopped to look at Austin and they were also looking at me. But Austin walked around the car and he grabbed my hand and he pulled me towards the packhouse.
We walked
