Rosalie
Theo opened the door and we both stepped inside the pack house, the moment we were inside I was hit with a scent I never thought I would smell again. It was one from my childhood, The image of my brother and I sat around the Christmas tree whilst our parents handed out our presents. The smell of cranberries and oranges mixed with the smell of fresh pine from the Christmas tree my brother and father cut down from the forest. I smiled to myself as I remembered the good times and my brother and both my parents happy faces, it was the last christmas we spent together at home before the Lcan takeover a memory I will always cherish.
"That smell, it's so familiar," I asked as I waved my hand in the air wafting more of the smell into my nose.
A smirk appeared on Theo's face, "That could
