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The house looks like something Morgan’s grandmother would have owned, painted baby blue with white gingerbread trim, and an entirely overgrown rose garden in the front. The house has clearly been left to the elements, even if the elegant Victorian exterior bears the aging well. Morgan’s pretty sure he’s seen exterior shots of it in a period drama, anyway. It's an objectively nice house, if in need of some work. Morgan stares at it dubiously. “Enough room for the team,” Jake says through a mouthful of dried mango. “Big yard for Maggie.” “I haven't bought it,” Morgan tries to argue. “Choosing a house is important.” “I have a feeling about this house,” Jake continues. “You're gonna buy this house, and you're gonna bitch about fixing it up, but you're gonna love it and live here forever. It's a captain’s house.” Jake grins. “You know I'm right.” Goddamnit. Morgan is going to buy this house. -- or, Morgan Rielly buys a house, builds a pack, gets a life, and falls in love, pretty much in that order. Somewhere in there, he plays some hockey, howls at the moon, and loses at least six pairs of socks to his thieving packmates. It's a pretty good life.

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