Aria
We soon arrive at Ryder's house-- palace.
I blink my eyes, looking at the majestic, towering, gigantic building over me. This palace is way bigger than the Lycanthropy pack's palace. He holds my hand, pushing open the gates. The guards see him, immediately giving him a shoulder bow.
He waves his hand in acknowledgement of their greeting, breezing past them as he tugs me along.
My jaws drop as I enter inside the gates. Flowers are lined along the pathway, there is fountain at the side, crawling plants are all over the fence giving it a beautiful look. The walls are painted in royal purple-- damn, this place is far better I must say.
"Aria?" He shakes me a little too violently.
I snap out of my reverie, "Yes?"
"This is where I live, as you can see, but then--" he exhales deeply reducing his pace, "It is not a home."
I draw in my lower lip, remembering what he said about hating his father, "Oh, I am so sorry to hear that."
