As we drove towards Sean's pack, soon to be ours, I looked out the window at the scenery. I can see a large city in the distance and wonder if we are close.
"Are we close?"
"We are coming into Omaha soon," Sean smiled as he flipped the radio off, tiring of the commercials and static.
"You live in Omaha?"
"Yes. The pack stretches out quite a distance. We aren't in the city part but the rural area,"
"Do you stay at the Packhouse?"
"Yes," Sean turned to me and smiled, "I know it will be hard for you to get used to,"
It's definitely going to take some getting used to, "How many people live in the packhouse?"
"Let's wait until you see the place, then ask me again," Sean laughed.
"Admit it, you don't know how many," I laughed, eying him from the side.
"That is true, only because I
