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Chapter 43.

Nestled in the woodland, in those parts, was a mansion.  It was the pack house, Viola's unofficial home for the past few weeks.

It's windows were as shy eyes, large enough to welcome any ray of sun. The rock walls belonged right where it was, as if perchance it had grown up right from that hallowed ground. It was as if it had been called into existence to protect those who came to dwell within, to quell the elements and allow a heat to build from hearths into the inhaled woodland air.

She found it beautiful, the structure was old but somehow it was still perfectly modern. Sure, it wasn't something she would have seen in New York or any other state in the country but it was better looking than she had thought.

She sighed as she walked into the pack house. Scratching her belly that was itching from the clothes she had picked up in one of the tree trunk. She had been made to run. Freya unfortunately didn't bring her horse and they had to run to the pack.

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