Trishal’s POV
"This is cool," were the first thoughts that came to mind as I gently closed the door behind me.
The room was very different from the one I was used to back in the pack. The floor was covered with a soft Persian rug, and the walls had built-in bookshelves reaching to the ceiling, with ladders strategically placed in each corner. The ceiling had mural paintings depicting a wolf in transformation and two lovers in an intimate moment. I blushed and lowered my eyes.
In the center of the room was a large black mahogany table in an oval shape with an upholstered chair. Four sofas in peach and lemon colors were scattered around the room, adding a splash of brightness to the dark, masculine space.
"You are two minutes late," a voice said from behind, making me jump in surprise. I
