#Chapter 83 Proof of Preparation

Mira I was blindfolded for most of the way. It always fascinated me that if you took away one sense, the others would compensate. Since reclaiming my wolf, that shift in perception seemed multiplied by one thousand. We drove over in a Pack van, and since I was familiar with most of the fleet I could eventually figure out which vehicle I was in. My handlers were careful with me as we disembarked, my feet crunching gravel and pine needles. Of course, the forest. In all my research, I could never find concrete evidence on where this event would take place. The macabre side of my imagination always sketched in a dank chamber lit with candles and reeking of molding metal that smells an awful lot like blood. Whatever the reasoning or greater plan, the council had brought me out among the trees. I tried to contain my smile so I didn't seem pompous. But I was in my element, this was the place I felt most secure and in control. It could be a trick. The most likely scena