Life was going our way. Victor was the Leader of the Association, and I was starting classes at Frampton University in two weeks!
I had to go shopping for new jeans and tops. A silk designer dress would be out of place as I walked through the quad.
But today, I promised to walk through Archer Manor with Amy. We wanted to make notes about any changes and ideas we had to convert the enormous old mansion into a place for homeless Betas and Omegas to start over.
I drove to Lycan Square and parked in front of the manor. I spotted Amy and climbed from my car to meet her at the manor’s front door.
“It’s still creepy,” Amy said. “How do I fix creepy?”
“Paint it a lighter color?” I suggested. But the bad vibes seemed to emanate from the core of the house. Paint couldn’t cover that.
But I didn
