A little while later, we made our way down to the office, a cozy yet cluttered space that held the essence of the pack's organization. Jack guided me through the room, pointing out various shelves overflowing with binders and boxes. The air was thick with the musty scent of paper, and my gaze was drawn to a sturdy filing cabinet standing resolutely in the corner, filled to the brim with documents.
“Why isn’t all of this saved onto a computer?” I inquired, my curiosity piqued as I noticed the carefully labeled files dedicated to each pack member.
Jack shrugged, his brow furrowing slightly. “Because I don’t trust computers.” He replied, crossing his arms as if to shield his thoughts.
I tilted my head, considering the alternatives. “You can have an encrypted computer. That way, no one els
