RYLAN'S POV
Snowflakes fell loosely from the evening sky. But the chatter from the pack house kept the gloominess miles away.
An average height man, who looked like he was in his early sixties walked up to me. Dressed in a smart three piece suit, he bowed his grey head slightly.
“Welcome Prince Rylan Walton. I am Taylor, one of the head butlers of the Sapphire stone pack house." His accent had a French hint attached to it. He gestured towards a huge golden door that had two werewolves sculpted on it. “This way please,” Taylor led the way towards the entrance door.
The golden door was flanked by two extra tall Christmas trees. Oliver, Alpha of Sapphire Stone pack was a bit extra when it boiled down to Christmas. Once, he had me and Jaylin wear matching Christmas pajamas to take pict
