Eleonore’s POV
God, boys were such d*ckheads sometimes!
I pushed my way through the doors that had led to where Rhett and Hayden were standing and made my way through the pack house. I wasn’t entirely sure where I was going at the time, but I knew that I was frustrated and had lots of stomping to do.
I could hear the sounds of my feet against the dark oak of the floorboards, and had I not been in such a horrible frame of mind I would have even taken the time to marvel at how beautifully decorated and clean the floors always seemed to be.
But I was frustrated and not in the correct frame of mind, and the object of that frustration was calling my name as he followed me to wherever I was taking the two of us.
We seemed to end up in a library of sorts, large bookshelves expanded the expensively painted looking walls, and golden patterns lay decorated in the maroon color. It was a beautiful room filled with dark oak furniture and a warmly lit fireplace.
