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The cool, wooden floor creaked beneath my bare feet as I followed Aveira down the long hallway. The sun's rays shimmered through the ceiling to floor windows that lined down the left side of the hall. The dark wooden doors with golden door knobs lined down the other side of the spacious hall.
Aveira slowed her pace before stopping in front of the second to last wooden door. With a twist of the knob and a slight push, Aveira walked into the room, I following.
My eyes wandered the room in awe, admiring the simplicity and beauty of the light colors. The room was decorated mainly in white, creating an angelic glow, with the addition of baby blue and pastel green furniture. Simple, yet beautiful.
The sudden opening of another door redirected my attention to Aveira as she disappeared into a smaller room. I craned my neck to take a better look, only to find her standing in the center of the small room, surrounded by an endless amount of clothing.
"Wow." I breathed as I stepped into the smaller room.
A tiny candle chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow.
Aveira eyed my body for a few seconds before shuffling through the clothing, a small smile on her lips.
"Here it is." Aveira giggled, holding out a dark blue, flowy shirt made entirely of sheer lace.
My lips parted in awe as I ran my fingers over the fabric, the gorgeous shirt smooth against my touch.
"And this." Aveira mumbled, placing light washed jean shorts in my hands.
I thanked her before grabbing the clothes and heading into the larger room. Aveira remained in the small room as I swiftly ripped the damp clothing from my body before easily slipping into the new clothes.
A sigh of content left my lips as the soft fabric brushed against my skin, the shorts hugging my hips comfortably.
"Where did you find this fabric?" I wondered, gazing up at Aveira as she stepped back into the large room.
"La città Florence" She stated simply.
What?
"La città Florence?" I repeated with furrowed brows, the words foreign on my tongue.
I watched as her brown eyes widened slowly.
"You've. . never been?" Aveira gasped, carefully eyeing my reaction.
"No?" I wasn't entirely sure I knew what she had meant.
"Florence. . is an enormously extravagant city north from here. It has everything and more." Her eyes lit up as she rambled on about the city.
"The buildings are absolutely enchanting, especially at night when it's illuminated with its fiery flames. And oh, it is so rich in culture and the artistic feel is just. . beautiful." Aveira finished breathlessly.
A chuckle left my lips as she smiled brightly, waiting for my response. It sounded like paradise.
"If it's so magnificent, why doesn't Damien relocate the pack in Florence?" I questioned.
Her smile immediately faltered, the brightness in her eyes diminishing.
"The. . humans, whom we refer to as Moderns, occupy the city. It's . .unsafe for our kind to live among them. The Moderns despise our kind." Aveira shuddered uncomfortably at the thought.
I took a seat on the plush bed, waiting for Aveira to continue as she stood before me.
"Greyson's great grandfather lived during the Sterminio Age. The time when the Moderns slaughtered thousands of our kind. They convinced themselves we were vicious, blood thirsty monsters disguising ourselves in human skin.
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Damien
Hombres Lobo"You're dead, Alpha." I seethed. Without any warning, he reached out and slammed his fist against my jaw. "Think again." He hissed. My head whipped around to meet his blazing green eyes, really looking into them. My eyes widened as my breath caught...
