It wasn’t long before the reason behind Jack's frequent visits to the packhouse became clear. That afternoon, he led me through the warm, inviting halls after excitedly announcing to the family that they would be receiving the first house in the neighborhood. They had already begun sorting through their belongings, packing up cherished items to prepare for the move.
The Alpha was generously furnishing the new homes, since everyone left the last pack with nothing but their clothes and a few essentials.
As we returned to the packhouse, I was met with a scene that was both chaotic and lively. A group of people congregated in the living room, animatedly chatting and laughing, and I glanced at Jack, my curiosity piqued.
“What’s going on?” I asked, furrowing my brow in confusion.
Jack let
