Penelope’s POV
The beautiful white building stands quietly in the center of our pack, showing its mysterious beauty in the moonlight. I shift back into my human form and walk into the dark living room.
There was no one there and no light. Instead of feeling scared, I felt more and more excited.
"Alpha? Charles?" I cried tentatively, only to discover that my voice was unusually hoarse, but it wasn't water I was craving...
No one answered me.
I think Charles might be in his room on the second floor.
My hand gently on the carved wooden armrest, feeling its warm and hard touch. I looked up and let out a short breath, imagining I was stroking Charles's strong muscles. I walked slowly up the stairs, scraping the wooden floor with my high heels.
DA, DA, DA.
I hear my own heavy breathing.
