Clementine:
I stepped farther into the hall and looked around slowly. This place felt unreal.
Now that I could see the full room, I understood how large it was.
This was not a simple viewing area. It looked similar to an opera hall.
The screens, the chairs, the lights, the frames. Everything had been arranged with care.
It seemed as if someone expected an audience to sit here and watch us.
I stood near the stage where the tunnel had brought me.
From there, the hall stretched downward with long rows of seats arranged in a wide shape.
"Let's see what else we can get from here," Mint whispered, and I nodded.
I stepped off the stage and moved toward the stairs.
They curved down in clean lines, similar to the ones I had seen in theaters.
Each row had a metal plate attached in front of it. I leaned closer to read the first one, and my stomach tightened.
It was a pack name.
Crimson Claws Pack.
My pack from the South.
