Chapter Forty-Seven

StonePaw was just as she remembered it.

The interior of the house hadn’t been changed a bit. She was unintentionally reminded of the time when she first visited the prestigious pack house. Her first thought was the the decor was tasteful. Everything about it was stylish, from the color combinations to the furniture. She was only sixteen then, so she was easily impressed. As she grew older, she began seeing the flaws with a more keen eye. She told herself that when she became Luna, she would make the necessary changes. She fantasized about having the most stylish pack house in their region. Everyone would talk about it. She would be admired for her work and Negan would be proud of her.

It was a childish dream. Decor didn't matter. Nothing did apart from the influence that she would have on her pack and the impression she would make. Besides, where would she find the material to redecorate the pack house? They were hard to find, perhaps even harder than finding food and clothing and ot