I returned to the Pack House without Robyn. She wanted to visit her mom, who lived in one of the smaller houses on the reserve. I think seeing me with Noah made her miss home too. I walked up the steps and through the oversized door with the stone clad wall beside me. Damian has such good taste, I swear he’d be just as successful as an architect as he is in business. The balance of modern and old world charm was done with so much love and consideration that it was a piece of art.
“Hello dear,” I heard Luna Anne’s melodious voice call out to me from the tea room on my right, “are you still lost? Can’t my son help you find your pack?” Luna Anne said kindly as she stood and walked over to me. Her face expressed that of concern and kindness as her perfectly straight blond hair fell over her o
