Heat Brought Us Together

Chapter 1

Her Pov

My name is Penelope Davis.

Closing the last file on my desk I get up to go to my aunts cabin. It's 11:30 pm and we both are finishing the tax analysis for our client. I am visiting my father this weekend and staying there till the next weekend. My aunt, like any other boss wanted me to complete any pending work before I leave for my short vacation. I have been living with my aunt for almost 4-5 years
She owns a condo in the city  and I rent a room there.

The relationship with her is like a sister- sister bond with enough fights and TLC to last a lifetime. She is a dynamic woman with a boss lady attitude. I have learned so much from her both in personal as well as professional life. I do miss my mother but having my aunt around 24/7 has definitely soften the blow of not having my mother around.

We ride back to the condo in silence. Both utterly exhausted from the late nighter we pulled. We have been at the office this entire week from 8:30 in the morning till whatever time in the night  we both could handle.

In the coming week my brother will become the Alpha of my father's pack.
My father is officially stepping down from the role at the ceremony arranged this weekend. I am visiting them after almost 6 months. I last visited them during the Christmas season.

I close the door to my room behind me and remove the God awful high heels which I am now used to wearing 5 days a week. I change into my pyjamas and do my night routine in a hurry.

The warmth of my room reaches my heart making it easy for me to fall asleep.

I don't visit my father and my brother that often, only on holidays and important occasions. That place is a constant reminder of what I have lost. I had left my father's pack after that incident.

The next morning

I wake up in an auto gear, my body doing things I do every morning.
I get dressed in a light blue jeans and a black tank top with a matching jacket. I keep my hair loose as they are  wet from the shower I just took. I quickly grab an apple and a cold coffee from my aunt's kitchen and head out.

I hold my duffel bag in my left hand and my car keys in the right. I reach the basement parking in less than a second and go to my car.
I bought her a few years ago with practically 60% of my savings.
I adore her and prefer to keep her in the garage and drive with my aunt in her car.

The drive is peaceful as I make my way towards the boundary of my state. There are very few cars at this time of the hour near a city border.
The cold coffee is keeping the heavy slumber at bay. I listen to songs and my favorite podcast on the way home, to my birthplace, to my pack.

I still address my pack as my home. It will forever be a home, eventhough I currently live in a city. Wolves don't usually stay in a city. The pack life is ours and the long tradition for it, like a birthmark for us. Very fewer wolves venture out of the packs for business or merriment.

Well, I always have been an exception or a tangent to any norm their is.
4 years away from the love of a pack has done me bad. The heart is aching and the lone wolf is craving company.

Sometimes the thing I am suffering from maybe unique, the gravity unknown to others, the emotions palpable and the nature truly severe.
It is okay to not have someone to relate to your issues and problems. I give this peptalk to me and my wolf.

Sometimes the niche one creates is a safe space, a home away from hell or heaven. That not necessarily is negative and that he/she is running away or tucking away their problems from people's hindsight. The notion behind this is one's own mental satisfaction and peace which is of utmost importance in any age.

Keeping such thoughts at bay, I focus on the road ahead and reminiscent on all the lovely memories I have of my home.

I am excited to meet my people and let my wolf roam free in the forest. She is practically dancing to get out and run in her majestic fur. I have packed a few gifts for my father and brother as well as for my childhood friends. I have a good feeling about this trip, this might do me good and give me the strength to stay away from them.

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Love,
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