Hope walked down the stairs of her home, it still felt strange to her that this place was her home. She looked around and seeing no one, slid into the library to escape the prying ears of the ever lurking werewolves. She didn't know what to think, really. She had found out that she lived in a house full of werewolves. They mostly kept to themselves and left her alone, but she had learned in the past few days that they had super hearing and super eyesight. She couldn't say anything in the house without knowing that someone nearby could hear her.
She browsed the books, but seeing nothing that piqued her interest, she sat on the couch and stared at the fire. Her wound was still tender to touch, but she was mostly healed. She and Cyrus would be planning their betrothal ball soon and Hope was
