Everyone Hates Elara

POV: ELARA

The bus brakes squealed against the damp asphalt. The rusty doors hissed open, spitting me out at the towering iron gates of the Havenwood Pack. I stepped down, my worn boots hitting the familiar packed dirt of the territory line. The bus rumbled away, leaving behind a thick cloud of exhaust fumes. Four years had passed since I last stood here, but the heavy, oppressive air of this pla