Being a werewolf was already so different. I could feel my body being stronger, my senses were so heightened I was capable of hearing some bird miles and miles away. It was overwhelming.
Then there was the fact that I had just come back to life like a certain religious figure.
I still had so much to say to him when Harlan spoke.
"There's somewhere I want to take you."
I looked at him, confused.
"Right now?"
"Do you mind? We can go back to the packhouse if you want to," he offered, but I could sense this place he wanted to take me to meant something to him. And even though I was tired, still a little bit scared and in pain, I decided I could do this for him.
So I smiled and said,
"No, let's go."
He took my hand excitedly as he made his way through the woods, smiling from ear to ear. I tried not to focus on the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt.
I did my best to ignore the way his back muscles flexed as he moved his arms. God, he was so hot.
I needed to calm myself down or I would jump him, so I decided to look at the scenery. Such pretty trees or whatever, I don't know. How was his skin so golden?
We walked for a few minutes in comfortable silence, my bare feet padding on the soft grass, and soon enough, there through those trees, there was a house.
It was a big house, but it wasn't as luxurious as the packhouse. This one was like a family home. A rustic family home made from wood and cobblestone. It was beautiful, and it looked extremely cozy. It smelled of a fragrant type of wood and a lot like him.
"What is this place?" I said, standing before the house.
"Remember when I disappeared for a while?"
He nodded toward the house.
"Here's where I stayed."
He let go of my hand as he opened the door, it was unlocked.
"I built this house when I was a teenager. Built it as a place to be alone for a while."
I was too busy gawking at the house to immediately register what he just said...
Did he say he built the house?
"You... built it?" I asked, extremely surprised.
It was a truly beautiful house with an intricate design and delightful details.
"Yeah, do you like it?" he said nonchalantly, as if everyone could just up and build a house.
I nodded, and he added,
"Would you like to come inside?"
I nodded once again and we stepped into the house.
The lights were warm, complementing the wood of the house's inside walls. It was scarcely decorated. The living room only had a few chairs and a leather sofa reminiscent of the one he had in his room.
From what I could see, the layout of the house was elegant. The living room connected to the kitchen with an archway, and the stairs to the second floor were next to the main entrance. There was a room to the left of the door which I assumed was a bathroom.
I walked over to the stone fireplace and gawked.
"Did you really build this all by yourself?"
I still couldn't believe it. It had a freaking thermostat and electricity. This was absolutely insane.
He smiled.
"Yeah, I did."
He seemed to think my reaction was cute, but this was amazing.
"Wait 'till you see the upstairs."
He started walking up and I followed him, doubting anything could be more amazing than that fireplace. It was big, truly a statement piece.
But as soon as I saw the main room, I was flabbergasted.
The stairs led to three doors. Two in the front of the house and one in the back. He led me through the one in the back, and as it opened, I think I audibly gasped.
The room was elongated. It was big, and the wood chandelier above the bed gave it a cozy look.