When they came to the clearing where the turn to the pack house was though, Connor took a right, heading further into the woods.
“Connor, um, where are we going?” she asked.
“Patience swan,” he answered with a wicked smile, ”You will see soon enough.”
Thirty minutes and deep into the woods where no one could see, Connor pulled up in front of a small cabin. It was a bright night with a full moon, so she could see everything around her, from the surrounding mountains to the silhouette of the pine trees.
The cabin was a one story building, made out of Cedar logs. The steps were lit up with torches on either side, and through the windows she could see faint lights flickering.
“C’mon Jensen,” Connor came around to her side, offering his hand to help her down. She could of course, do this
