nut a n, my mind stata
“Stop thinking about her, Muk mapi at me through.
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“Not sorry,” I smirk at him through the link
“If you don’t stop, we’re never going to get anything done,
“Knock, knock,” Vickie says loudly as the barges into our
“What the hell?” Mark growls at our watting.
“Hush, I was promised to be able to tell people about you getting your mate,” she <b>snarka </b>a Then flops onto the couch and res at me,
“What?” I growl at her
“Do not grow at me. I want to meet her,” she says. “I even brought her flowers as a peace offering”
“She’s staying with our uncles right now. As Mark said over the mind link, we will have a pack meeting at
“Not good enough, I want to meet her. I have kept quiet for days,” the whines.
“How does Jim put up with you?” <b>Mark </b>sighs dramatically.
“Hush, you boys love me. I’m one of your best warriors and you know it,” she teases. She is right. Vicki is one of our bett always has been. She <b>has </b><b>also </b>supported <b>Mark </b>and I since we graduated high school. She was like an older sister to i both of us with a look.
“Fine,e around 4:30 and you can meet her <b>early</b>,” I sigh at her.
“Thank you, was that so hard?” sheughs.
“Like pulling teeth,” I mutter
“You love me. Tell the little Dower I <b>say </b>hi and want her to visit soon, Vickieughs as she leaves <b>our </b>office.
Vickle, an amazing warrior, but very weird and entric. I guess that what makes her a great warrior.
1 fight a sigh as I am now going over financial reports. <b>Vickie </b>had served as a good reset to start getting <b>work </b>done. <b>Finances</b>, what a joy? I get to go over the budget while <b>Mark </b>goes over warrior rotation.
I look at the documents about the niggas pay for working at the pack house and the hospital. I go over the raises that we will be implementing for all our nurgas that work at the pack house <b>and </b>hospital. 1 approve the budget for medical supplies for the <b>hospital </b>and what has been requested for the park house.
approaching the beginning of June, so Michelly, our head omega of the pack house, has requested àrger than normal
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budget for the 4th of July celebration in over a month. She has requested arger food budget than what she had sub year, I sign off on it as I <b>know </b>our pack has grown some. This is one of everyone’s favorite holidays that have nothing werewolf heritage. I approve James‘ request for a firework disy. I give him a budget so that way he does not spend all on on fireworks, oguin.
I go over requests of outsiders asking to put up a business in our “small town“. Most of the requestse from humans who want to move in as they want to expand our town. I have to deny their requests and write out letters exining that we do not want to grow beyond our “charming small town“. Mostpanies don’t care and move on. Sometimes we get a pushy business who tries bully their way into our town. There was <b>a </b>request for a werewolf to join our pack to open a bakery. I would have to reach not and talk <b>with </b>the couple about joining our pack.
There are a few requests for werewolves asking to join our <b>pack</b>. I have to investigate why they want to join. Some are looking for change. We’ve gotten a few who were escaping abusive mates. A few were escaping their Alphas. I like the requests for the ones that want to join because they found their mate in our pack.
“<b>Can </b>we leave yet?” <b>Mark </b>whines from his desk.
I look up and re at him. He smiles <b>and </b>shrugs his shoulders at me. Fighting <b>a </b><b>sigh</b>, I <b>look </b>at the clock on the wall. It reads 1:26
p.m.
“We should go spend time with family,” Zviad said excitedly.
“Fine, let’s go,” I sigh <b>as </b>I stand up from my desk.
“Awesome!”
e! Mark shouts as he <b>stands </b><b>up</b>.
eyes ze over as he mind links someone. “They are at the park already”
“Let’s go,” I say and <b>leave </b>our office. As we exit the room, someone runs into me
“Oh <b>Calyx</b>!” a female exims.
“Molly?” I ask her in confusion.
“I was looking for you!” Molly says excitedly.
“I’m <b>going </b>on ahead,”
– Mark smiles as he dodges <b>us </b><b>and </b>takes off running towards the park.
1 fight off <b>a </b>growl of frustration at being held up and Mark’s behavior. “What can I do for you?” I ask, Molly was Sam’s younger sister. She had turned eighteen a month ago. But with school and us running the pack, we haven’t been able to see her. She <b>usually </b>tums around with <b>Nick</b><i>. </i>
“I wanted to <b>ask </b>if you <b>needed </b>any help with getting things ready for the pack meeting this evening? Molly asks with a smile. “You know that I can help out too. Just because <b>Sam </b>has the title of Gamina, doesn’t mean I can’t help.”
“We’re fine. Markus and I have everything handled. But if you excuse me, I have somece that I need to be,” I excuse myself and walk away<b>. </b>
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