#Chapter 81: Packing

Elara

My backpack lay open on my bed, half-packed with clothes I wasn’t even sure I would even need. It wasn’t exactly as if I had a manual for what to bring to the pack lands—what did one even wear to meet a council of werewolf elders?

I sighed, staring at the modest pile of sweaters, jeans, and a couple of nicer dresses, none of which seemed particularly right for the occasion.

Behind me, Draken