(Winter’s POV)
The moment Winter stepped back into the pack house, the work began.
It moved fast—faster than most would expect—but that was the only way something like this could be done properly. Orders had to be given, tasks assigned, timelines established before hesitation could take root.
Layla was already beside her. Of course she was.
A few Omegas trailed behind, waiting, attentive, ready to move the moment direction was given.
“We’ll need full rotation on meals,” Layla said smoothly, already stepping into the role as if it belonged to her. “Not just for our numbers, but theirs as well. Bloodstone won’t be used to how we operate. The kitchens will run in shifts,” she said instead, her voice calm, controlled. “No gaps. I want consistency, not excess.”
The Omegas nodded immediate
