Chapter 12 The Infiltration

• Lyla’s pov
• The pack boundary shimmered with protective magic as I approached. My heart was thundering in my chest, but I kept my steps measured, unhurried. The guards – wolves I'd once shared meals with – scrutinized my false documents with predatory focus. I prayed to the moon goddess that everything goes as planned, I couldn’t afford for anything to go wrong mostly because I was alone.
• "Maya?" The older guard, Beck, squinted at my forged papers. The same man who'd taught me to track as a pup now looked straight through me, seeing only a stranger seeking entrance to the festival. "From the Northern Plains pack?" He asked, the other guard kept staring at me in an unusual manner, it was as though he noticed something weird.