"Here we are," he said just as we pulled into a huge driveway of an utterly gorgeous house. It wasn't very large, implying that only a few people lived there, but it was beautiful and modern. Axel got out and walked around the car, before opening the door for me. Wordlessly I got out, not looking at him.
"So this is where I live, with my parents. I originally wanted to take you to the pack-house as that is where I spend most of my time, with Catherine, Stefan and Warren, chilling out and training, but my parents told me not to burden you with everything this soon," he said as we walked towards the entrance. I didn't reply, just kept my gaze fixed on the floor. He probably took the hint that I didn't want to talk and I heard him sigh, after which he didn't say anything.
He opened the door
