Chapter 13

Isaiah’s POV

“You know we can do as much touring as you want when you get back,” I said as Alaia pulled me into another room of the pack house.

There was a dark walnut bookcase lining the entire left wall. There was a black sectional with a fur pelt draped over one of the arms, lined with fluffy red and black pillows. On the right wall sits a large fireplace and mantle with bookshelves on both sides. The mantle is littered with picture frames of my family and friends.

In the middle of the room sits a L-shaped mahogany desk etched with intricate designs. To the right of the desk stood floor-to-ceiling double bay windows with red blackout curtains that led out to a small balcony overlooking my mother’s garden. Everything in this room screamed my parents. I made a mental note to change that.

“I know. I just want to see as much as I can before I go. You never know what the future can bring.”

I pulled her into my chest, “Which is why we should get acq