Chapter 33 The Pack House
- Marcel’s Point of View
- Paris rolled over and curled into a ball facing me. I took a moment to stroke her hair and watch her as she slept. It sounded creepy but I had to stop and remind myself that she was mine and the possibilities for us were endless.
- In order for those possibilities to become reality I needed to eliminate certain obstacles. I kissed Paris’ forehead and slipped out of bed.