Eva
We pull up to the pack house, which is a sprawling estate nestled in the heart of a dense forest, where a pack of majestic werewolves roam freely. The grand mansion stands tall, surrounded by towering trees and lush greenery, exuding an air of mystery and enchantment. This is no ordinary house; it is a sanctuary for the supernatural, a place where the line between reality and fantasy blurs. It is absolutely beautiful too, and I automatically feel at peace. “It's beautiful here,” I tell Sam as we get out.
He grins, “Wait until we go for a run later. I can't wait to feel your soft fur.”
“Huh?” Now I am confused.
He kisses the top of my head, “You'll see my Precious One.”
I scrunch up my nose, “I hate surprises.”
He laughs, “Oh well, for someone that hates them, you're sure to be fu
