The walk from the cabin was quiet, thankfully. My headache was back in full force. Especially since I had too much to think about.
During my conversations with Xander, his family had never come up. Since he mentioned that family was everything to wolves, knowing he had a brother in the woods, cut off from the pack could be seen as problematic. Was it all a lie? An act to impress the stupid human?
We finally stumbled into a clearing. There was a small cottage set back against the trees, a large lawn with a sizable garden. Didn't seem like they were suffering too terribly.
The man dragged me up the steps to the cottage. He pushed me through the door into the cutest little sitting room I had ever seen. It was so homey!
The furniture was hand-hewn, cushions in riots of colors dominated
