As I drove up the long driveway to the alpha house and saw what was waiting for me, I let out a groan.
“Well, s**t,” I whispered.
Around twelve cars were parked near the house and across the grass in my yard.
People stood around in front of the closed garage door, waiting for me to get there. Every one of them was a pack member. Some I knew immediately, while others I only knew from seeing them around or from when I was younger. There were business owners and pack members who needed financial help. There was only one reason they could all be here.
Before I even stepped out of the truck, they started throwing questions at me.
“Is the pack not paying for electricity anymore?”
“I got a shut-off notice yesterday, Orion.”
“I can’t afford to pay these utility bills. It’s not part of my bu
