Emily's pov
The Red Blood pack house looked exactly the way I remembered it: still, it wasn't like I left that long ago.
Like all things and people that Clayton considered his property, and especially those that could help him gain (or lose) prestige, it was wonderfully kept on the outside: the walls had just been repainted, the large main door polished, and you could even see your reflection in the door handles.
A beautiful facade, which hid a disgusting, rotten core. And I meant it: the rafters in the attic were indeed rotten, and Clayton didn't have them changed because he preferred to spend the pack's money on whores and witches.
I held on tight on Giselle's arm to keep myself from falling and throwing up all breakfast after passing through the portal. I kept my back and head strai
