Bradon’s POV
Thirty minutes after Elouise's discussion with Kelsey, everyone was sitting around our dining room table with mine and Riley’s laptops open at the head of the table with Mum, Dad and Alpha Theodore’s faces on the screens. “Sorry for the short notice,” Kelsey began the meeting as we all waited silently for her to explain why she had called it. Elouise, Sarah and I already knew what she was going to talk about, but everyone else was clueless. “We need to address a few things regarding Combined Pack Welfare Services.”
“Like what exactly?” Mum asked, her fingers tapping the screen of the tablet she was holding with her own notes on CPWS. Elouise called and let her know about our decision to use both packhouse addresses for the flyer along with possibly starting up some thrift sh
