"Welcome to the packhouse," Hunter said from beside me.
I gaped at the place, it was a freaking mansion.
Bigger than anything that I have ever seen, or owned in my entire life. I instantly felt self conscious. I felt self conscious of my life, my work, my mother, my everything.
Giving off a slight whimper, I started to shiver.
"What if no-one accepts me?" I asked. My anxiety was going through the roof right now.
"Everyone will love you, you're gonna be their new luna. And you are strong." He said, petting my side again.
I relaxed once again with his touch.
Pulling up into the driveway, there were some people out in the front giving my truck weird looks. I scooted over closer to my mate, practically halfway across the center console.
Laughing at my antics, he stopped the truck and got out. Walking around to my side, I saw people, or should I say, werewolves, come closer to see what's up.
Opening my door, I hopped out and stood close to Hunter.
"Dude, why did you pick up a stray?" said a tall lanky boy, he looked to be our age, but he seemed older.
His eyes said that he was older. He may be a family friend.
"She's not a stray, I'll explain later, with the entire pack." Hunter replied with.
I was just about to open my mouth to prove a point that I wasn't some ordinary stray, a dog at that too, but my mate beat me to it by asking a question first.
"Where's my mom?" Hunter asked the boy.
"The Luna is inside, in the kitchen. I swear that woman never stops cleaning or cooking in that kitchen." Replied another teen that came forward.
The commentary made my mate growl at the teen, I looked up at him and purposely sat on his feet, just to get him to stop to look at me and calm down a bit.
It worked, looking down at me, his eyes softened and gave a slight nod of the head.
He motioned for me to follow him. I stayed, he looked at me with a quizzled eyebrow.
Slumping, I walked back to my truck and made a leap into the bed, turned then looked at him. Understanding flickered across his features.
Walking back to the truck, he opened the door to the back and grabbed my things, then closed the door. Locking the truck, he looked back at me to see if that was why I had stopped.
With a huff, I jumped out of the truck bed and walked next to him to the mansion.
He opened the door to the packhouse and I walked in first and all the glory that the interior of the house held.
There were paintings of all the sorts, portraits of people and paintings of wolves running in the forest, and the walls were a mix of a cream color along with light coffee brown trimming. The house was breathtaking and beautiful.
I was fortunate enough to have Hunter next to me, cause I almost ran into a wall because I wasn't seeing where I was walking while I was looking at the walls.
"Hey Mom!" Shouted Hunter from beside me.
"Yeah, what's up kiddo," came a firm but motherly voice from a room with those fancy kitchen doors that you see in those fancy uptight restaurants.
"I want you to meet someone," replied my mate, "you're gonna love her." he finished.
The fancy doors swung open, and out walked a supermodel. She looked like a female version of Hunter, but was a little shorter than him, and had blue eyes instead of brown.
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The Raven Colored Door
AventuraWhen someone says to not do things that you either don't recognize, or you're suspicious about, then listen. But there are always some cases where all that just goes over your head and you completely get a total reboot to your bodily function and yo...