I sat in the back seat of my father's Porsche going to Goodness only knows where, because to my annoyance neither of my parents shared with me s**t. We left our Pack lands and we drove for another three hours to the south and I didn't even bother asking them for the tenth time to where.
We finally arrived at the house in the middle of literally nowhere. And feeling my patience is running really thin I climbed off the car slamming the doors unnecessarily strong earning with that a glare from my Dad. I swear he would adopt that truck if he only could.
We entered quite a large two-story brick building and the interior told me it was rarely used. Thick layer of dust on a shelfs told me it was two to three times a year at the most. My parents led me to the dining room with a long mahogany t
