"What happened to the pack house?" I asked, momentarily forgetting about the news Elder Tali had broken to me. Zane said nothing and used his leg to kick open the front door before entering it. The bungalow was a quaint space, littered with pictures of two females. One was an older woman with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners as if she had a lifetime of stories to share. The other was a younger woman, vibrant and full of life, her laughter echoing through the frames.
His mother and sister, I presumed.
The furniture in the room was a testament to the taste of whoever had decorated this place. The sofas were plush and inviting, their rich fabric suggesting both elegance and comfort. A well-worn armchair in the corner held a promise of hours spent lost in thought or engrossed in a good book.
