Avery’s POV
The Old Alpha and Luna had a surprisingly expansive collection of fine china in their dining room. I opened the china cabinet reverently and pulled out the simplest set.
Two plates. Two saucers. Two glasses.
The small table I had chosen wasn’t in the dining room proper. That table was huge and long to accommodate all the pack hierarchy if needed for formal events.
Instead, I had found a small sitting room on the front side of the pack house with a round table and two worn but comfy armed dining chairs. There was a victorian-style fainting chaise under the other window, and an overstuffed sofa near the fireplace.
The room had a pair of heavy wooden doors with glass knobs that slid into pockets in the walls when you wanted the room open, and closed to create a cozy den w
