Unlike the last time Micah had been in the West Pack, security had never been this tight. Now, guards were stationed to every corner, the rooftop, and even the main gate looked like a fortress. It almost felt like President Roy himself was dwelling here.
Even though Alpha Irene had requested his presence, the guards still scanned them and searched the car's trunk before granting access to the pack house.
As soon as Micah stepped out, Irene was already there to welcome him.
"You're here," she said briskly. "Sorry for the inconvenience, but security is tight right now and for good reasons."
"What's going on?" Micah asked, falling into step beside her.
Irene's expression hardened. "A lot."
They walked into the house, and just like the gate, the atmosphere was tense. There were so many guards around that not even a cockroach could sneak past unnoticed.
As they climbed the twisting staircase, Micah asked, "There's something I don't understand. How did you know I'm the Oracle?"
