Chapter 11: Manners

ROSE

"What do you mean I will be living in your house? And what about my pack?" he said.

I rolled my eyes at him as I led his dirty, smelly self to my house.

"People are trying to kill me and if they get to you, I'm definitely dead." I said.

He huffed and stayed quiet until we reached the house. He looked up at the large light grey painted home surrounded by rose bushes of every colour and I swear for a second a smile made its way into his face. But it was gone too soon to be certain.

We went inside and he ogled at the interior. The soft, blue couches, the black Coffee table, the big television against the wall, the fireplace and the white carpet underneath a small table which stood systematically around the lounge.

We then went upstairs to the rooms and I led him to his.

"Your room. Ther