The Black Lily

Chapter 8

      The two story cabin inspired mansion they call their pack house stares at me in all its beautiful glory. I'm so lost in the enormity of it and it's beauty, that it has me temporarily forgetting my rage directed at the wolf beside me. It's stunning in every way, from the different coloured cream stones it's made out of, the timber finishings, the huge elaborate double doors with stain glass windows on either side and the old style lanterns casting the beautiful home in a warm inviting light. Every detail is gorgeous and if I wasn't in the situation I'm currently in; I would spend hours walking the beautiful home taking in every detail.

Yet, my awe is only short lived as I'm brought back to reality by the wolf next to me, almost ripping the car door off as he gets out; leaving me alone with a startled Samuel and concerned Malcolm. A strange emptiness filling me as I watch him walk further and further away, a feeling that leaves a foul taste on my tongue.

'Your best to keep that mouth of yours leashed' Malcolm says disapprovingly 'he's tolerance for you only goes so far'

'Does it look like I care' I snap back and watch the retreating form of midnight eyes, as he swings open the huge double doors and makes his way inside

'No you clearly don't but' his words bring my attention to him 'you certainly care about your rogue, so I suggest you keep it leashed for her sack'

He doesn't wait for my response as he climbs out
of the car, heading after midnight eyes and I can't help but feel the sting of his words as I think of Abby. I may be somewhat mad at her but I should know better than running my mouth the way I have. I just can't help it, being seated next to him and then have him expecting me to squeal like a pig; as he prods me with all his questions is to much. This whole situation is too much and I can't help it that my temper is getting the best of me.

'And here I thought humans weren't interesting at all' a disbelieving voice pipes up from the front seat.

I had forgotten momentarily that Samuel still sat turned towards me in the front. He'd been so quite since he first asked me that question, that if he hadn't of said anything I would have thought I was alone. Huffing out an exaggerated sigh, I unbuckle my belt and go to make my way out of the car, ignoring Samuel's comment until he speaks again:

'There's something different about you?' Turning I look back to him and smile sarcastically

'No there's not, I'm just your ordinarily boring human you and your kind think so lowly of' then I'm out the car looking towards the car behind us that Abby and Henrik, are stepping out off.

As Abby steps out and looks to me, ignoring the wolves around us she walks over and wraps me in a hug. I hug her back, the anger I felt before seeping away as she whispers to me she's sorry; and that she shouldn't have agreed to this. Though what's done is done and while I still feel slightly annoyed at her for disregarding my feelings, there really was no way of avoiding coming here.

'Let's just get this over with' I say over her shoulder as Henrik, the other wolf and Samuel come to stand around us

Nodding, Henrik gestures for us to go first as Abby grabs me by the hand and we make our way into the pack house. If I thought the outside was beautiful the inside is breathtaking, but not in the way you would think. It's breathtaking because even with the place screaming that this pack has money, it also feels so warm and inviting that it makes me never want to leave.

Stairs greet us on either side of the entrance, everything cast in a neutral warm heavy cream with wood finishings, a table in the centre is donned with fresh cut flowers and a few framed photos; a womens obvious touch. I wish I could stop and admire everything, but then Henrik comes to our front and leads us up the stairs to the left; before turning down a short hallway, with double doors at the very end and another set halfway down on the right.