Isla
She walked about the pack with both Ryder and Max. Nothing much had changed at all from what she was seeing; in the last four years of her being gone, it looked as though they were just taking a casual stroll about the pack, when in reality she was making her way to her family’s home, just taking the long route.
It was mid-morning now, and they’d trained for three hours, and many here inside the pack had watched them, including some of the teens headed for the bus stop by the pack's gate to take them off to the human world school they all attended.
She knew that omegas from the age of 18 worked from sun up to sun down. They got two, one-hour breaks during the day, between meals was all; mid-morning and mid-afternoon. Her parents' home wasn’t anywhere near the packhouse. All omegas
