Ivan
"Maybe it isn't real," Nefera sighed, looking out the window as we passed another street.
"It's supposed to be here," Cabe stared at his phone, frowning as he scanned the app. "I mean, this is the address."
That's what my GPS said, too. We were on the right street, but there was no sign of an antique store.
Falcon wasn't far from Colorado Springs: only 21 miles and practically a straight shot. We'd decided to come and check it out after we'd dealt with some of the pack business. As Nefera predicted, everyone wanted her to open her presents since she hadn't done it yesterday. I was pleased to see how much the pack loved their Luna. The past few weeks, they'd randomly harassed me to find out what she would like for her birthday. They weren't satisfied with my answer that whatever they got, she'd love. So, I hinted that we still needed things for the house.