Aldrick
My heart is pounding as I lead Emma to the rooftop. Years ago, the rooftop was transformed into a lush park for the families of the top three floors, the highest of the ranks in our pack. Trees lined the roof top blocking out most of the city. Small paths wound around grassy patches and small water features. Tiny winding babbling brooks flowed past hedges and fake boulders. It was truly remarkable and easily one of my favorite places in the packhouse. Sitting out at night, you could easily forget you were on top of a building in the middle of the city.
Emma’s eyes are wide as we navigate through the paths marked by small lights. Her small hands tighten around mine as her eyes take in her surroundings. I can sense her delight and I silently promise to bring her up here often.
