Aurora’s POV

The bowling alley was smaller than what I was used to. Our old pack had one that was twice the size, but it was older and reeked of cigarette smoke. This alley was smaller, but the equipment all seemed new and the air smelled nothing like cigarettes.

“Dillion found this place, he said you’d love it.” Faith explained.

Who would’ve known that his history obsession would turn out to be such a good thing? He was right though; I could ...