When they arrived at the pack house, Jericho was still playful and frisky. He squeezed his massive form through the front double doors and pounded up the grand staircase, teasing Vina to keep up. She was drinking up all the attention from her mate and taking the opportunity to show him she could keep up with his speed, strength, and ridiculous antics. Jacob and I both sat back in our minds and watched them snuggle for a few moments before tearing through the halls of the pack house. It was almost like they were claiming the home as theirs. Vina would sniff at a decorative table or a door that led somewhere unknown before Jericho would pounce on her and they would roll the length of the hall. Several paintings came crashing down and Jacob winced, knowing the housekeeping team was going to h
