☆☆LILA☆☆
Selene didn’t slow her pace as she led me through the apartment levels.
“This whole building,” she said, gesturing vaguely around us, “is pack housing.”
I looked around as we walked. Doors lined the corridors, each one different. Some were decorated with plants, others with symbols carved into the wood. As we passed, people moved in and out, laughing, talking, carrying groceries, and children running ahead of their parents.
They looked… normal.
“These are personal apartments,” Selene continued. “Everyone has their own space. Families live together. No crowded pack houses. No fighting over territory inside the home.”
I frowned slightly. “So everyone lives here?”
“The ones who want to,” she replied. “Some prefer to live outside. But this makes things easier.”
I frowned sligh
