Chapter 152
One thing I did not expect was for Gabriel Hayes to be a fashionista. Seriously, we’ve been into four stores and spent at least thirty minutes in each one trying on clothes and having our own catwalk around the racks and changing rooms. He was trying on blazers, suits, pants, and shirts- building outfits with everything from socks to hats and I was folding over in laughter, almost falling on the floor from some of the concoctions he made up.
Let’s just say that red wasn’t his color and he should never be allowed to wear a top hat.
Gabe held three bags in his hands and I had two of my own. It had been two good hours of shopping and my stomach hurt from all the laughing- above all there had been no serious frowns or death attempts. Was this what a calm life felt like? Huh, I could get used to it.
Wherever I looked down a street or past a twenty-story building, there was another street that led to a separate part of the town. I was used to getting acquainted with new places in a day, seeing everything a pack had to offer without tiring my legs but here- this- it was different from anything else I had seen. Glass buildings with formidable women and men walking in and out, dressed sharply with briefcases holding god knows what. They hurried into their cars while others calmly strutted down the street in their own pace, window shopping along the way and poking their heads into various stores. Families, children, girl groups, and cliques were all enjoying the town. There was an area a few blocks down as advertised by an arrow with the name ‘Old Town’ that intrigued me. I looked at Gabe and nodded to the sign, he was looking around hoping we’d get something to eat but I wasn’t too hungry and I wanted to go sightseeing.
“Seriously?” He groaned.
“I’ll buy food,” I bribed. Surely they had something in Old Town.
Gabe’s shoulders slumped like a sack of potatoes and he dragged his feet behind me down the street. We could’ve taken the car but where’s the fun in that?
Not only was I getting to see more of the town this way but I had my very own tour guide who after a few heavy steps found new energy and yapped away.
It was like walking through a modern society; with glass ceilings, light-up billboards that showcased the latest business ventures, modelesque pictures on storefronts, and clean streets where the pavement was a catwalk for the people’s personal styles. And then you step through a portal, kind of like the one in Darian’s office only there were no flashing lights or gold rings with wheels you had to spin and power sources at the top, this was just a step over the pavement, and onto the grass.
Fields of luscious grass spread out in front of us and a graveled path that went from where we stood, down around a century-old tree according to the sign and led into the town where nothing had changed.
Brick houses lined the street with dense mud in between them and small broken steps that hadn’t been fixed.
“Is everything like it was back then?”
“Every littlest detail,” Gabe said in awe. I wondered when he was here last because it seemed like it had been a while.
He clearly liked it here, he dragged his fingers over the bricks and inhaled the scents around us. It was its own little town. The houses were close together, and werewolves have never had a problem with close proximities- we’ve always trusted the village, town, or neighbors like they were our own flesh and
blood.
Everyone helped with everything, a pup could run amok but everyone knew they would be safe, the whole town would be looking out for them. Some of the bigger packs had lost that over the centuries but most of us still had those initial values.
“Ready to go?” He asked.
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I turned and looked at him, his eyes were flickering over the forest in front of us and I felt a breeze sweeping over my arms, forming bumps on my skin.
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