*~Leon's POV~*
"I cannot live here," Aurora said immediately, staring at the hut like it was a cursed graveyard. "Look at it. It's dusty, it's broken, it looks abandoned. What if monsters creep out from the floor while we're sleeping in the middle of the night? That is dangerous, husband."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Well… do you have anywhere else to live, wife?"
"No," she folded her arms, "but definitely not here. We can go sleep in the High House. The Alpha already gave us an invite. That would be fun! I've never been in a High House before—or even inside a proper pack house. It's always been witches, witches, witches. Please, let's go stay at the High House."
"You are a witch," I reminded her. "Living in the High House is basically dangling yourself in front of danger. We cannot go there. We'll refurbish this place. It'll be good enough for us. When it's time for the ball, we'll attend. This place will be our new married home."
She looked at me.
Then at the house.
