The first time they arrived at the East pack house, Violet hadn't taken the time to look around. It was late, she was tired, and everything had been a blur. But now, standing in broad daylight, the place left her dumbfounded.
It wasn't just a house. It was a freaking mansion built across several hectares of land, with winding stone paths, wide verandas, and forested groves surrounding the main building. Griffin had told her earlier that it wasn't just his family living here, but some members of the pack too. A communal style of living, still practiced by some werewolf clans.
And that was how Violet ended up lounging in the pool area with Griffin's family.
Griffin, in his ever-resourceful fashion, had found her a fitted swimsuit—God knows where from—and she hadn't questioned it.
