Chapter 105. Your Highness

Mason’s POV

Fuck me…

We were standing outside the pack; the smell of weed, mushrooms and psychedelic herbs was in the air. I’m pretty sure there were more drugs in this air than actual oxygen.

Graham stood next to me with his shirt raised over his nose and his brows pushing down as we stared at the land that somehow still stood. They lived in cabins they had built with rocks, sticks, and other bullshit material that would go down like a card house if someone blew on them.

The thought alone of stepping over their border gave me an STD. Knowing fairly well what we’d encounter there made me sick.

I’m gonna kill Kade when I get home. He was off with some psychic in the woods where the strongest werewolves lived, and I was here about to see a psycho and his pack of misfits.

“You ready?” Graham asked.

I groaned.

“Let’s just fucking go.”

We stepped over the border. Had this been any other pack, we would’ve had warriors on our ass