Anemone was quite reluctant to enter the packhouse. The prying eyes of other werewolves were not helping, either. Some of the faces she could recognize from the school. But there were so many unrecognizable faces full of resentment and hostility towards her. Do they hate her already?
"Maybe I should come some other time? We still have two more dates." Anemone said awkwardly. She wanted to turn back and run away, but where?
"No, I insist. There is something you must see." Fenris probed. He grabbed her hands and dragged her inside before she could protest anymore.
Anemone gasped. They were standing inside a grand hall with different sit-out spaces to accommodate the pack members. The younger ones were playing games or indulged in fistfights while the elder ones were involved in some deep
