NATALIA
“Welcome to your new home,” Matthew’s honey-tinged voice hums to me as we step over the threshold into the metal building. I look around; the place is a fortress of steel beams and dark tinted glass. How could they live in a place like this? It hardly looks like a regular home, let alone a place for wolves to live in peace. Ivy shudders at the loss of nature.
“How do you live like this?” The words come out unintentionally, in a pained whisper. He just snorts.
“This place is the epicenter of wealth and power,” he exclaims in a loud voice, moving his feet in slow circles, showing off his “palace” with wide arms and a wider grin.
He is a showman. That’s all. He lives this supposed grandiose life of top superiority.
“What about the rest of the pack?” I continue following him
