Bastian’s POV
I arrived at the front of the pack house, a three-story structure standing tall and imposing against the night sky. The exterior was a blend of rustic charm and modern elegance, with stone walls and large windows that gleamed under the moonlight. The front porch, adorned with potted plants and comfortable seating, gave a welcoming touch to the otherwise formidable building.
As I approached the large oak doors, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The sense of unease that had been nagging at me all night intensified with each step I took. I pushed open the doors and stepped into the grand hall, a spacious area with high ceilings, polished wooden floors, and a grand staircase that spiraled up to the first floor. The hall was filled with the echoes o
