(Hunters POV)
I walked into the main pack house and up to my room. The guards were still standing at attention outside the door. I nodded a dismissal to them and watched as they walked away round the corner. I looked at the door and took a deep breath before slowly opening it resisting the urge to peek round the door. The room was mostly dark, the only light coming in from the wall of windows and the stars and lights outside. Werewolves had a natural ability to see in the dark anyway so I had no problems seeing the wreckage that used to be my room.
There was broken furniture everywhere. The four poster bed was still in the same place but everything had been ripped off. The tv had been ripped off the wall and was in pieces against another wall. My walk-in wardrobe had a trail of clothes a
