Dinner time
Alba’s POV As Alessandro guided me through the pack house, we descended a grand staircase that led to the ground floor. The air buzzed with the mingling scents of various pack members, and the distant hum of conversations hinted at the fellowship within. As we entered the pack house dining hall, my eyes widened in awe. The room was expansive, adorned with rustic wooden tables and chairs arranged meticulously. The centrepiece was a slightly raised platform, showcasing the significance of the pack leaders' seats. The room was bustling with activity, pack members chatting, and laughter resonating through the air. The atmosphere felt warm and welcoming, like an extension of the pack’s familial bonds. The dining hall was alive with the anticipation of dinner, the aroma of delicious dishes wa
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