Ivonne's POV
"Your pack history seems interesting," I announced the moment I stepped into the living room and spotted Tobias lounged on the couch, one leg crossed over the other in a relaxed posture as he scrolled on his phone.
The television playing a music at a low tune in the background.
"What part of the history did you learn today?" He questioned, angling his head to peer up at me and for a moment I got lost on how handsome he always happened to appear.
He was dressed casually but not so casually hence the simple lounge black shorts and vest he had on were from a top designer brand. The material created a contrast on his bronzed skin, perfectly full brows arched in question at me as his lips curved in a smirk.
"Because the part I know was filled with a blood bath and chaos," he answered his own question, amusement in his grey eyes as he noted I spaced out.