Anders had gotten up too and was standing next to me.
« Elena isn’t the only one to have taken refuge in my pack. There are others. Can I prove to you that she is not lying?”
He extended a hand, waiting for me to take it. Deciding I had to see for myself, I took it. His hand was big and warm and I felt a bit better, a bit less lost. He led me to the other side of the pack house, up stairs I had not taken yet. We got to a hallway similar to the one where my room was situated, but at the end of this one was a little living-room. A few people were sitting on couches, chatting and relaxing.
At first glance they were all strangers, but as I kept looking around I realized I knew some of them. I didn’t actually know their names but their faces were familiar. There was the old man who used to
