Isabella’s POV
The moment we crossed the border into Rogue Pack territory, the air shifted. The road slithered and narrowed the further the car went. And the darkness of the night seemed to swallow everything it touched.
Even the moon, which had glistened like a beacon just moments before, shifted behind the clouds, as if it sought shelter from witnessing the travesty of the land.
Perhaps my fractured mind had resorted to fanciful thoughts in an attempt to cope with these sudden changes. Trees twisted and stretched as far as the eye could see, and they were all I could see until Sebastian pulled the car to a stop in front of a looming building.
The darkness was so thick that I hadn’t even seen the monstrously high structure until we were right in front of it. Although that also probably had something to do with the black stone walls that melded seamlessly into the sky.