AMARA'S POV
I followed closely behind him as he led me to my room. A part of me was excited, and reeling from the freedom of staying away from Rylan, forever hopefully. While the other part, especially my wolf, was whining as I walked down the hallway towards the back of the house.
“Where are we going?” I asked. A slight headache settled at the base of my neck. My cheeks flushed when there was no response, which meant it was a flimsy question.
After about twenty minutes of walking through the spiral staircase, I scrunched my nose when a damp smell hits my nose.
What was that? Unlike the other part of the pack house, I believed was the main side of the mansion, this was…this was less than bare minimum. The paints in the walls were peeling off. In place of marble tiles, there was a b
