The main lodge is a humble log cabin with an open layout that somehow manages to feel both spacious and cozy. Exposed wooden beams stretch across the ceiling, and a massive stone fireplace dominates one wall. The furniture is simple but sturdy—all handcrafted, I'd bet.
There's a raised platform where I stand, and plenty of space for people to stand.
There are no rooms. No kitchens. I think they even said there isn't a bathroom.
I tug at the hem of my black shirt, which hangs a bit loose on my frame. The jeans I'm wearing are slightly too big as well, but they're the best I could find on short notice. My hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail, practical if not particularly stylish.
Not glamorous. Not intimidating. The best I managed to aim for is clean and presentable. Hopefully it's enough.
My fingers tap an anxious rhythm against my thighs as I watch shifters file into the room.
Calm down, Selene's voice echoes in my mind. You're radiating anxiety. They can pick up on it.
