Ivy
The lake house was at the far end of the endless forest draped around the GrayCrest territory. The lake was beautiful, stretching out as far as eyes could see, and built on its bank was a pretty wooden lake house. It was an immensely peaceful place, which I would often visit when there wasn’t any training or anything else to do.
But it looked far from peaceful at the moment.
The thundering music could be heard all the way to the primary perimeter, the area closest to the pack house. The lake house was located near the final perimeter, where the GrayCrest territory ends. As we got closer, I could hear a lot of noises, people shouting and whistling and, of course, the stench of alcohol. It immediately repulsed me because I just hated noise with passion.
“I want to go back,” I muttere
