Colin's POV
As we pull up to the Onyx Moon packhouse, I'm feeling restless. I haven't been able to relax all day.
Dom is eager to get out and go into the packhouse like he knows something I don't. I appease him by being the first to door. Waiting for my parents to catch up with me, I admire their packhouse. It's not as large as the one I live in, but it couldn't be more different in terms of looks. The Onyx Moon packhouse lives up to its name with its dark coloring and the crescent moon décor on the doors. As my parents finally make their way to the doors, a smell hits me. It smells like vanilla with a hint of cinnamon. It smells a lot like the cinnamon rolls my mom makes for me on my birthday. It's intoxicating, and I have to hold myself back from barging into the door and finding
