When they arrived to the packhome of the Half moon wolf pack’s house, Royce immediately noticed that, Maquand’s home was far different in contrast to the Marsh Haven’s pack house.
The Preston packhouse was extremely large in its glorious stature, surely big enough to fit two or more full packs in comfortably. Maquand’s was just as big, probably bigger, and unlike Marsh Haven, the Half Moon pack house was more mansion-like and it sat on acres and acres of clear land, the forest further away from the home than Marsh Haven’s.
The front of the mansion was grandiose, to say the least. The driveway was a stone wrap-around and at the center stood a giant fountain, sculpted into a Timberwolf. Royce had assumed that it was Maquand. ‘He thinks a lot of himself,’ she thought to herself. From the w
