Chapter Ten: The Note

The party was a blur and not nearly as fun as connecting our mate bond. We danced and celebrated, then headed home. Home. Now, that is a change for me. I'm still getting used to saying "our" instead of "his" or "yours".

I've been changing things around the house, and putting a womens touch on it. When I started the home also know as the Pack House, was dark. No pictures, no painting, no flowers. Just dark tinted windows, black walls, white floors, all the tables, chairs, in the common rooms were black.

Before my mate would let me enter "our" home, he said "it's probably not to your liking, but you can fix it up to what you like. Make it your own style." I looked at him slightly confused until he opened the door. My jaw dropped and wondered how anyone could live in a cave like home.

The first to change was the walls colors. I painted over the black walls with a pretty pale Green color on the bottom half of the wall and a slightly darker green on the top, and added pastel pink cur