We are in the guesthouse waiting for my family to arrive. Connor sent men to escort them from the border to the guesthouse. To say I am nervous is an understatement, I am pacing around in an office space in the guesthouse while Connor is seated behind a desk. The office looks pretty much like the one we have at home, with a desk on one side and a large sofa facing the desk, able to seat multiple people. Now that I think about it, it looks pretty much like a pack house except for the fact that it is not centrally located like pack houses usually are, but it is very conveniently located by the edge of the forest, which I would think makes more sense in a human town.
“Don’t u think this is too much of a formal setting?” I finally break the silence.
“I understand this is your family, but
