THE PACK HOUSE GLEAMED UNDER THE REMAINING LIGHT from the sun. In front of Carmelita stood a three-story villa. The top floors were made of light materials, while the floors below were constructed of stone.
Chatter could be heard from outside, with a few teens laughing and someone loudly instructing the omegas. Despite being invited, Carmelita and the men stood there, unable to move forward. Though she had visited the house once or twice before, she had always been guided by her mother, so she didn’t know where the entrance was.
Nevertheless, Carmelita was determined to locate the entrance. “Maybe we should explore the right side and look for the door. This seems to be a dead end,” she said to both Sebastián and Diego. Afraid of being called out for not knowing, she cautiously moved and
