Paula was sitting across the entire pack of werewolves, glaring at her. Zara was one of them. Her hands were constantly fiddling on her lap as she internally struggled to not feel intimidated by the opposite side of town. The common meeting area or den of Zara's pack was an old, abandoned factory with unstable roof and walls. There were some pieces of junk in the corner of the small dingy room they were sitting in, some old metal boards and some wire rolls. Even the chairs and table were wobbly. Paula scanned each and every face in the room and noticed none of them looked happy with her being there. Another reason might be because they were pulled out of their dreams at the middle of the night for an ussude that spent even concern them.
"Sorry to disturb you at this hour, I know you aren't the night creatures but this was urgent." Paula was tried to explain but none of the expressions in the room changed.