Samika's POV
"So you are telling me that this house is where you grew up?" Devon asks me and I nod.
"And you still feel that the pack house is comfortable for you?" He asks me again and this time I just shrug.
"I bet the pack house is the size of your room here," he whispers as he gets down the car.
I slowly walk into the mansion that I once called home. Now it seems so foreign to me. At one point yesterday while leaving the pack house, I felt like it was my home too. But never once did I get the feeling that this huge ass house is my home.
The security guards notice me and look at me twice just to make sure they are looking at Samika Adams. I know I am different now. Starting from the clothes I prefer these days to my hair after cutting a lot of it.
As soon as I enter the main
