1 month later
We are visiting Andrei's Packs, just pulling up to the front of the new packhouse, and my stomach drops. It is the exact same as my vision. His future is already set in motion, and I have no doubt it is exactly what I saw or the glimpses of it.
"Looks like a fortress," Mateo mutters. The entire place is made of concrete, and I gulp at the modern version of what looks like a prison. The entire bottom level has no windows, just a door.
I shift in my seat when Andrei opens my door. A huge grin splits on his face.
I frown, this is the place he built to call home? This concrete-looking dungeon? Pack members walk around with their heads down, and no one crosses our path as he walks us toward the place. The front door is made of steel and resembles a door more suited for a safe
