In the rising of the dawn, Joni drives into the opened Manor gates. Xander was in the backseat, with Catherine gently resting on his lap in her placid unconsciousness. Xander held out a palm on the frosty side glass. Manny was passed out next to the driver's seat with a palm on his face, his head prodded against the car window as they went over a bump.
The Manor was silent and was an embodiment of hope. At least now that the Alpha pack was all away from the Manor. The full moon was around the corner and they would usually leave the manor a few days prior.
The two pillars in the façade of the Manor held a flag: a bare human figure. A larger human with an arched stance bearing claws on the hands and feet, hairs foreshadowing the face. Alas sheathed in fur from in its seven-foot length from its forehead to the tip of its tail. on four strong furry legs, then up to the hackles, neck to the forehead was raised. Ivory teeth appeared between its jaws.
