For a short while, there is nothing but the sound of Elias unlocking another door, pushing the heavy stone wall out of the way so that their guest can enter. It's just one of many doors and she knows they're nowhere close to reaching her just yet. It doesn't make her any less nervous, though.
"It's a little dull down here, isn't it?" the stranger comments.
She huffs but understands the sentiment. To an outsider, it gives off a heavy impression of entering a maximum security prison cell. To her, it's home.
"It's to keep her safe," Elias answers. "I trust you have something arranged in your own residence?" he asks.
Her future mate has a deep voice, one that goes straight to her loins and makes the butterflies in her stomach do flips. "I have a pack. There will be a werewolf assigned to g
