Ashina’s pov

Almost as if on cue, Daniel turned down a winding driveway lined with tall, looming trees. At the end of the drive, a large house came into view, almost the size of the pack house. My eyes widened in surprise. “Whose house is this?”

Daniel pulled to a stop and turned off the engine, turning to look at me with a cocky grin. “It’s mine.”

I blinked, taken aback. “Yours? Since when do you have a house like this?”

He shrugged, unbuckling his seatbelt. “My parents ...