He hops in, starting the ignition before turning the heat up. His scent was strong here, his jacket warm and I could smell his masculine scent now on my arms and shoulders from his coat. We drove back to the Packhouse in silence.
The twists and turns of the road toward it made me woozy, the forest eerily quiet and I could see the eyes of wolves reflecting amongst the trees.
He drives a little further before pulling up out the front of the Packhouse.
Alpha Ezra shows me inside. Beta Mateo waited in the foyer when we arrived with my backpack over his shoulder. He hands it to me, but Alpha Ezra takes it, throwing it over his shoulder before leading me up the stairs to the second floor of the building. He pulls down the long hallway.
Multiple doors ran along both sides, and I could only assume they must have been other bedrooms. Walking to the last door in the long hallway next to yet another flight of stairs leading to the third level, he opens the door, revealing a bedroom.
“You can stay in here. If you need me, just follow the stairs on your right. They lead upstairs where mine and Mateo’s bedrooms are,” He says, placing my bag on the edge of the double bed. The room was pleasant, nicer than my bedroom back home, and all the furniture was made of oak.
“You remember where the bathrooms are and the shower block?” He asks and I nod. Mateo showed us the first night we came here. They were downstairs, up the corridors, running alongside the stairs.
“Well, I will let you get settled. I will be upstairs if you need me,” he says, walking out and closing the door.
I sit on the edge of the bed. Rummaging through my bag. I found some pajamas and my toiletries bag. My mother must have packed it, well, I hope she did. I didn’t like the idea of Mateo rummaging through my drawers.


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