5 Years Later:
MACKENZIE
By mid-morning, our house was alive with the kind of chaotic energy that only a birthday party can bring. Pack members buzzed in and out, arms overflowing with decorations—balloons in every shade of blue and gold, boxes of streamers, folding tables, food trays, and enough cupcakes to send the entire pack into a sugar coma.
No sooner had I pulled my shirt on than the first knock came, sparking a blur of activity.From that moment on, the place transformed from home to headquarters for Operation: Birthday Surprise.
"Hey—balloons lower, not on the chandelier!" I called to one of the teenage omegas attempting to fasten a balloon arch above the living room window. "He's four, not fourteen."
Alistair, shirt sleeves rolled up with fairy lights tangled around his arm
