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Tyler was almost right in front of the door and I got a little startled again. Although I knew that he should wait outside, he was really standing right in front of the door, just far enough away not to be hit by it when it opened. On top of that, unlike the twins, he was naked, but that shouldn't really surprise me anymore.

It was only at second glance that I noticed that there was something different about Tyler as well.

He seemed a little taller than when we last met. But more than that, his eyes irritated me.

The look with which he used to look at me, which I could hardly describe in more detail since it had already become normal for me, was no longer there. Somehow his otherwise so loving gaze seemed harder than before.

Without saying a word, he reached out his hand to me. I tentatively reached for his. Still silent, he pulled me into his arms. He lowered his head to the height of my ear and said: "You have no idea how much I look forward to the day when you will understand for the first time what it's like to look your own soul in the eyes of the second part ."

With these words he picked me up and carried me away. I didn't really know where to go, but somehow I didn't care. Much more haunted his words through my head. Was it so important to him that I became a werewolf too? I mean I didn't want it and would therefore delay it as long as possible. Even though I was of course more than aware that there was no way I could keep putting it off indefinitely. Well, there were already ways and means, but none of them I would take. After all, these would either mean great suffering for me and/or Tyler.

We, or Tyler, who was still carrying me, entered the main house. Luckily for me there was a light on here and I could see where we were going. In any case, I realized pretty quickly that we had a completely different goal than our room. That was also the moment when I remembered that we had a new room, since the werewolf, who was still carrying me like a small child, was now the alpha of his own pack.

Tyler ran up the trepoen with quick steps without it tiring him in the slightest.

Wor reached the top floor relatively quickly and walked down a small hallway. He stopped in front of a door and opened it without putting me down.

I twisted in his arms as much as I could to survey the room. Unfortunately, to my disappointment, the light was off here and I could barely see, if at all.

Tyler didn't care much. He entered the room, closed the door with his foot and continued through the room. He had probably walked to another room in the dark and now opened it. It was dark here too.

Tyler closed the door again and took me a few steps into the room, but then stopped.

But suddenly he fell over with me still in his arms.

I clung to him in fear, only to land on a soft mattress a second later.

"I'm sorry, but I had to, your expression was priceless right now," Tyler chirped in my ear. Pouting, I nudged his side. "Oh come on Lily, that was funny," he said and was never really convinced of what he was doing.

I couldn't resist a grin anymore either.

Inwardly, however, I was very relieved that this, between Tyler and me, was just so perfectly normal.

I didn't know what time it was, but it must have been light for a few hours. I'd only woken up a few seconds ago on Tyler's chest. Tyler had fetched a large t-shirt from somewhere last night, which I could wear to sleep in addition to my underwear. This had probably slipped up a bit during the rest of the night. Anyway, his hands were right on my back.

"Good morning.", Tyler spoke surprisingly quietly in my ear. I had actually expected that he would sleep longer, after all I just sat around the night while he was out and about as a wolf. "And what do you

think Our new bedroom? It's a lot more spacious than the last room and we can redecorate it if you like. Although... I almost forgot. Jared spoke to me about the pack house. We let's just come up with something new and better. We don't have to adapt to the circumstances, we can do something completely new." He grinned at me and seemed quite pleased with this decision.

In fact, he was right about our currently new bedroom. The room was much larger and they had put a lot more effort into setting it up.

With some reluctance on Tyler's part, I freed myself from his arms and got out of bed. I looked around the room, which was unfamiliar to me, a bit uncertain. Everything was just unusual and the room was furnished just as impersonally as the last one.

Didn't werewolves generally think so much of personal furnishing of their room? To be honest, I didn't know, but I clearly missed the personal touch here. But well, if we really did that with the move out of this monster of a building, I could make sure that everything didn't look so impersonal.

I paused for a moment. Why was it so important to me how it was set up here? I was aware that I would stay here. Tyler was my mate and the alpha here. So we were kind of stuck here. But was all this automatically my home now? And why else did I care so much? I mean for me it was less of a place and more of a home for the people around me. My sister has always been my home for me. How was this going to become my home without Maria.

Although Tyler had promised me that I would see her again, but was that enough for me? After all, my sister was the only constant I had in my whole life. Seeing her seldom now, especially since I hadn't seen her in months, hurt me. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Not a second later I felt the first tear running down my cheek.

"Lily? What is it?" Tyler asked worried and was standing next to me shortly afterwards. "Did you hurt yourself? I mean, you just stood here in the room. Why are you crying? I'm worried about you and I want that You're fine." He said hugging me and patting my head. That was just good.

"Wait a minute," he said to me and went to a bedside table next to the bed. From the drawer he got a pen and a small pad. "Here, write down what's bothering you and I'll try everything to make it so you feel better."

With a grateful nod, I took the things from him and sat down on the bed to write. So I took a deep breath, pulled myself together, and started to write.