The Sacred packhouse wasn't a strange place to Francine. She used to go there on official visits with her father when the Moor pack lived there. It was still the same big white-washed wall mansion, but the atmosphere had shifted greatly.
There was this young, modern, vibrant hum about the place as if a new generation of wolves had truly made it their own. She hated to admit it, but it felt like home the moment she stepped foot in the door.
It was gone 1 am, but Jacob's brother, his beta Brent, greeted them at the door and ordered several other wolves to up security now they were back. She wasn't sure if there was a particular threat in mind or it was just to make her feel safe, but it was a kind gesture.
"I'm going to take Francine up to bed, we've had a long day," Jacob explained to hi
