Lexie stood in front of the huge mansion she had grown up in, her whole life, just staring at it, numb as hell.
Who would have know that barely three months after running away from here, she would be back? Especially after all the trouble she had gone through escaping, and swearing on everything she held dear to her, that she wasn’t going to come back.
But here she was, standing at the very entrance, much to the discomfort of the one sentinel that stood there, not knowing what to do or say, but waiting for her to say something, regardless.
Like the Devereaux mansion, the Power’s mansion was big, but not as big, and had a lower number of pack hands around. Sentinels too.
This was her pack. The bond may have been thinned, but she was sure as hell going to revive it, no matter what. She
