Khalil
I love the packhouse. It’s my favorite place in the world. For the past three years, it’s just been my mom and me, but here, I never feel lonely. The packhouse is always buzzing with energy—laughter echoing through the halls, the rich aroma of home-cooked meals drifting from the kitchen, the steady conversation as pack members move about their day. It’s a place of warmth, safety, and belonging.
My favorite pack members? The Omegas. They work tirelessly behind the scenes, keeping everything running smoothly. They prepare meals that could rival a five-star restaurant, ensure the rooms are always clean, and somehow manage to anticipate everyone's needs before they’re even spoken. They’re the heart of this place, and I admire them for it.
Twice a week, Quinn stays at the packhouse so
