Chapter 17

To my complete horror, Benji didn't bother to knock on the door. Instead, he flung it open and walked in unannounced as if he built the house from the ground up and owned it. The entry room was empty, only occupied by decorative furniture. The house had a much more modern style compared to Benji's and stood out against the aesthetic of the entire pack.

I silently followed him, flinching at the noise the door made once it slammed shut.

"Benjamin, is that you?" A female voice called from deep in the home. "Stop slamming my doors! This is my house, not yours."

It was hard to believe someone in his life actively tries to discipline him. At this point, I was under the impression he was raised by literal wolves. He really didn't have a flare for tableside manners.

He snorted, leading us through a long hallway that opened into a spacious living room. "I didn't slam it, mom. It was the wind."

"I'm sure it was." She sarcastically responded, coming into view.

His mother was much smaller than I