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I walked behind Violet and looked around at the cabin as we left. Now that I was seeing it in the daytime, I noted that despite how modestly Night lived, the place was homey. He didn’t have any decorations in the cabin, so it lacked personality, but it seemed comfortable enough. The more I looked around, the more I felt that the space suited a man who was as hard to read as Night.
I let out a long sigh. “Violet, how could a nice woman like you ever give birth to the asshole who likes to keep me locked away?”
Violet laughed so hard, we had to pause in front of the front door for her to catch her breath. “I understand why you’d ask me something like that, but he’s more like me than you know, girlie.”
“Sure, okay.” I accepted the answer, though I’d yet to see any evidence of that.
“Alright, before we head out that door, I need to lay down some ground rules from the ‘asshole’ himself. You can’t try anything like what you were doing in that room. Do you understand?”
I nodded. I understood alright, but that didn’t mean I’d obey.
Violet gave me another knowing glance. She opened the door to reveal Dom standing on the other side. He wore a wide smile on his face.
“Hey there,” he said. “Long time no see.”
My eyes widened at the unexpected visit. It had been days since I’d last seen the large, friendly wolf. I couldn’t keep myself from returning his smile. He’d been so kind to me on the hike to the Wargs’ territory, so seeing him now was like a breath of fresh air. I knew I couldn’t trust him, of course, but he wasn’t as much of a jerk as Night was.
“You’re not here to take me back to that room, are you?” I asked.
“Not at all,” Violet said. “He’s our guide.”
Dom nodded, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. “I’m here to escort you lovely ladies up to Violet’s cabin.”
I raised a brow. “Uh-huh, I doubt that. I bet you’re really here to make sure I don’t run away.”
Dom’s snort turned into a laugh. “Aren’t you perceptive? Got any other observations for me?”
As we began walking, I looked him over, taking in the tired hue of purple beneath his eyes and the slight slope in his shoulders. “I bet you’re not much of an early riser. Either that or you had a late night.”
He blew out a low whistle. “My own mother never noticed those things about me. Are you a professional witness? A spy, maybe?”
“If I were a spy, this would be a really convoluted way for me to infiltrate your village, don’t you think?”
“I suppose I can’t argue that. But maybe that’s just what you want me to think.”
I chuckled. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, huh? A good spy never reveals her secrets.”
“Oh, to be young and full of wit,” Violet sighed. “Those were the days, eh?”
“Please, Violet, you look younger than me,” Dom said, slipping his arm around her shoulders. “And without your intelligence and wit, the pack would be much worse off, I’m sure.”
“Don’t let Night hear you say that,” she chuckled. “He’d never forgive you.
“He’s probably already upset at me for something unrelated,” Dom said. “You know that man has a short fuse.”
“We have that in common then,” I said, surprising myself with my ability to keep up. It had seemed impossible to participate in conversations on the Kings’ compound, but here it was much easier to join in. “Seems we’re both in the line of fire for your Alpha’s anger.”
Dom threw back his head and gave a deep, loud laugh. Violet and I couldn’t help but join in.
“When you put it like that,” he said, wiping away a tear, “I guess we’re in similar boats.”
Violet’s cabin was just a few yards up from Night’s, and both were on the far corner of the living area. A few trees separated their homes from the rest of the pack. The wood was painted canary yellow, and the windows were trimmed with white.
The front door was a deep ocean blue, and there were empty flower boxes in the windows on the ground floor. Below the windows was a beautiful pinewood deck that wrapped around the front of the cabin—one that I couldn’t help but admire. On either side of the front door, there were two large clay planters that both held rose bushes. The branches were just beginning to bud as the weather warmed, and I had a feeling that soon they would boast gorgeous blooms.
Violet opened the door and held it for us to walk inside. “Alright, let’s give you the tour,” she said.
The cabin was smaller than Night’s—two bedrooms, one bathroom, a small sitting area, a kitchen, and…that was it. It was quaint, with dozens of homemade pottery pieces and art from either Violet herself or another wolf. The furniture was brightly painted in eclectic colors, and yet somehow, it all fitted together.
