Chapter 96
Lenora
"And this is where the pack leader resides."
I gesture at the two-story house standing at the very center of White Stone. It's the only building that doesn't look half-rotten, half-abandoned. Paint still clings to its walls, the roof isn't caving in, and the porch doesn't look like one wrong step will send you through the floorboards. Among the wreckage of the town, it almost looks out of place, too clean, too deliberate.
Honestly, when I was a child it felt like a palace. A beacon. The Alpha's House. But looking at Cameron's unimpressed expression now, I can already imagine what he's thinking. Compared to the penthouse apartments and glass towers of his world… well, this looks like a decent-sized farmhouse at best.
"Uh huh," he mutters. His voice gives nothing away, but the twitch of his mouth is telling.
I nudge him with my elbow.
"You could at least pretend to be impressed."
He gives me a side-eye. "I'm impressed that it hasn't collapsed yet."
