The Pup Star

When they finally found Della's new house, after driving past it several times, she was too tired to do much exploring. She was ready for a nap. She couldn't help but notice the beauty of her surroundings, as she grabbed a couple of bags and made her way towards her new home.

The house was set back from the road by a driveway lined with trees, and bordered by forest on all sides but one. That side overlooked the ocean and the beautiful beaches stretching for miles in every direction. From the place where the house sat nestled into the rolling hills, she could only imagine the panoramic views of sunsets, waves, or moonlight dancing across the water that she would see, the thought bringing joy to her heart.

The road to the estate was a side street off of another side street, and a large, well constructed fence surrounded the entire property, which she guessed was at least ten acres total. Not a whole lot of room for a werewolf to run, but she was sure many of the forests they had driven by on the way would be well worth the occasional trip. She supposed she could just let Mila run along the beach, as long as no one caught her, or saw her shift back in to a human. She might be able to get away with it. I will run that beach one day, Mila told her. Della smiled, imagining her fluffy white wolf prancing along in the sand. She could pretend to be someone's dog, maybe? Don't you dare, Mila warned her. Someone'sdogindeed.

The house was beautiful in its simplicity, and modest in size compared to others they had seen nearby. There were four large bedrooms, one of which had a sliding glass door leading to a patio with a hot tub, where one could sit in relative privacy and enjoy the ocean view. Della picked this room, even though it was not the largest. She knew she would spend a lot of time in that hot tub, or laying on the hammock and reading.

Every room had a large four poster bed, and a private bathroom with a jacuzzi tub and shower. There was a large kitchen with open space into a dining area and an area with soft beige couches and a large television. It was perfect.

"I officially love it," she told Cori, who was checking out the kitchen, making a list of things they would need.

"I officially agree," Cori replied, "but we are going to need food. Why don't you lie down for a nap? We will run to the store and get what we need, you look like you are about to fall asleep on your feet."

Della agreed, she was, in fact, very tired. She didn't even change her clothes, she just walked into her bedroom, pulled back the covers, kicked her shoes off, and crawled underneath them. The salty smell of the ocean on the breeze was the last thing she remembered before sleep took her in it's embrace.

She woke up to find the house dark, and quiet. How long had she been asleep? She didn't hear or smell anyone, were they still shopping? Fear gripped her heart, although there didn't seem to be any threat. Mila would have noticed anything or anyone nearby with bad intentions, she was certain of that. She was alone. So why was she so scared?