(A/N: Jason's Pack House above)
"Wait, so are they in your office for a meeting?" I questioned Wolfie as we walked down the wide and honestly beautifully decorated hallways.
"Yes," He answered shortly, and I could tell from his tone he's done with any sort of conversation. Which is not good, because I need something to distract me from the ball of nerves in my stomach.
I redirected my attention to the dark but stunning halls. Here's something to think about. Unlike my house's Master House, where everything is light and the color scheme stays in the range of whites and grays. Here, there's more of a rustic feel.
With dark wood, instead of tile flooring, and furniture littered around with dark leather covers.
Our furniture is all over the place. Doesn't follow any sort of theme, especially not the white and sleek one.
Couches and chairs range from red, to black, to wood, to plush, to leather. It's all over the place.
The sleekness was more my parents' vibe. When my aunt and uncle came in, it was lost a bit in the new additions of furniture.
I wonder if it ever had to be described in a book, if the narrator would bash it for its inconsistencies.
I guess, we'll never know.
Anyway, I am getting high off Wolfie's scent, because I'm not always this scatter-brained.
Am I?
Anyway, we reached the typical big wooden doors that always indicate a leader's office, and Wolfie let himself in.
We walked in on an older version of himself behind the desk. Seriously, him exactly. It was freaky.
They're literally the same person. His father just has blue eyes and slightly lighter hair, compared to Wolfie's solid coal black waves. It's also gelled back in a way that screams ADDULT. And Wolfie's is just lying every-which-way in a fashion that screams SMOKIN' HOT.
Aside from that, werewolves age slowly compared to other species, similar us vampires, so his son looks like an exact freaking replica of him, with just slight indications to tip you off. Like, Wolfie has a skinnier face, no facial hair and minimal to no scarring. His father, on the other hand, isn't quite as clean shaven and the bags under his eyes are. . . Well, there. Those don't really come up with young werewolves, unless they're in some pretty crappy conditions. His face is also decorated with small marks that show he most likely fought in The Blood War.
Other than small things like that, I have no way to tell how old he is. He honestly looks late twenties. Considering Wolfie is his kid and he's like. . .
Dammit!
How do I not know these things?!
This is ridiculous. I should know how old my mate is!
"Son, you're back."
Oh yeah, the older Wolfie behind the desk actually has something to discuss.
Wait. . . Behind the desk?
What is he doing behind Wolfie's desk?
I mean, yeah, we call them Alpha and Luna and treat them with the upmost respect. But they don't sit behind the actual Alpha's desk.
Especially with the alpha himself standing on the other side of it.
I looked at Wolfie with a slightly furrowed brow. It would make sense if it was the retired alpha's office, but I specifically remember Wolfie saying it's his.
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