Angel's POV
Black Wolf Territory
The walls appeared first - massive stone barriers rising from the landscape like mountains, so tall they seemed to scrape the sky. Warriors lined the top, their silhouettes dark against the clouds, watching our approach with the keen attention of those whose job was to protect what lay within.
This wasn't just a village.
This was a fortress.
As we drew closer, I could see the gates - iron-reinforced wood so thick it would take a battering ram to breach, with the black wolf emblem emblazoned across both panels.
The gates swung open with ease as we approached, despite their obvious loud weight, and beyond was a truly beautiful village.
We entered in procession.
The Alpha rode at the very front - his scarred face impassive, his posture radiating authority. Merrick and Uriel rode beside him on either side, the three of them forming an intimidating vanguard.
