The feeling of the waxed banister under Clara’s hand makes her feel like she’s in a fairy tale as the pair scale the wide curving steps to the upper floors. She’d been magnificently impressed with the ground floor rooms, having gawked around in the kitchen already. Above the entrance door, the Black oak seal was scorched into the stone. Rohan had explained the manor house was inherited each time by the new alpha, it’d been part of the Black Oak tradition for as long as the pack had existed. It made Clara think how small of a gesture the Suntra Cloak was in comparison to a whole manor. All the Suntra packs lived evenly, the work was shared evenly and accordingly to skill, but the there was no lavishness like White Crest. It was interesting to Clara to see another pack hold a tradition where
