Isadora's POV
We drove to a local bar just outside the outskirts of the Wild West Pack. The establishment had an inviting atmosphere, and it didn't take long before I ordered an alcoholic cocktail. A few glasses in, I leaned in toward the girls, a glint of excitement in my eyes.
"You might think I'm crazy," I began, "but I've got the greatest idea."
Casandra raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Alright, spill the beans. What's this idea of yours?"
I took a sip of my cocktail, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spreading through me. "I want to start a pack."
Lisa, who was in the middle of taking a gulp of her drink, choked on it, sputtering as she tried to catch her breath. "What!! A pack?" She finally managed to say, disbelief written all over her face.
"Yeah," I replied. "I know it sounds c
