The car journey was pretty silent after Franky's comment but one thing to be noted was the grin upon Franky's face. Franky was never a happy man, rather emotionless at times. I had never seen him smile before. It put an uneasiness to the atmosphere in the car. It wasn't too long before we arrived at the gates to the pack house. The gates always set a creepy tone to the area and were definitely avoided by the general public. There were large cast iron gates with the family name 'Salvatore' written above them. Two guards were always present and getting past them would never be easy. Not that anyone would voluntarily try to.
"Home, sweet home." I merely whispered under my breath in satisfaction. I couldn't wait to see my family again after everything I had been through in the past week. We
