"Bit of paint, couple of nails and it'll be beautiful. I've already decided my room is going to be teal. Teal walls, teal bedsheets, I might even paint the furniture teal too." Briella, my best friend, re-ties her long black hair up in a bun while trying her best to up-sell the ramshackle house in front of me, but it's a big ask and the more she tries, the worse I know it is. I could have stayed in my old room in the packhouse, the home I've known for the last twenty years, but I'm making a point. "To who exactly? Who else will suffer if we're in this hellhole?" Kendra, my wolf, moans inside my head. "I'm going to get fleas. I've never had fleas in my life and I'm already itching " "I am not staying under the same roof as that intruder." I snap back at her, snatching a box off the pile in the van and storming towards the house. The floorboards creak under my footsteps and as soon as I open the door, I'm hit with a dusty, musky stench that makes my nose and mouth feel dry and dirty.
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