#Chapter 206: The Hike

Ava The drive to Crescent Moon was long and treacherous. Chris and I sat tense in the back of the car, waiting for the moment when we would eventually have to leave the vehicles behind and continue on foot; we’d be able to make it about halfway up the mountain, though, before that happened. As we wound our way up the mountain roads, I couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer isolation of this pack. The terrain became increasingly rugged, with steep cliffs on one side and dense forest on the other. And to think that Crescent Moon was the wealthiest and most successful pack. “I can see why they don’t get many visitors,” I commented, peering out the window at the dizzying drop beside the car. Chris nodded, following my gaze. The sheer dropoff below was all jagged rocks, with the greenery along the steep side having thinned out long ago. Here and there, you could make out specks of green and colorful wildflowers growing out of the craggy gaps. It was surprisingly beaut