Nothing has changed even after all these years.
I gazed up at the looming, gigantic Tudor-styled property with its solid stone and marble walls, a sudden rush of memories hitting me hard. The place hasn't changed a bit. It was still the way it was. The Gray Crest packhouse stretched over acres and acres of land. There was the main house that housed all the important people. The alpha's family, the beta's family, and all the other biggies.
Then beyond the main house was the Omega shelter where all the omegas lived with their families and otherwise, as well as an entirely different wing for things like hosting parties and events and all that crap. These people like to party quite a bit. If I wasn't wrong, there was an artificial lake at the back of the main house which was again nestled
