Dawn’s POV
The kitchen smelled of roasted meat, fresh food, and the sweet scent of baked goods cooling near the wide windows. Maggie stood at the center of the busy kitchen, hands on her hips, as she observed the Omegas putting the final touches on the Moon Ball preparations. Pots clanged, trays shuffled, and the air buzzed with excitement and exhaustion mixed together. I was wiping down one of the long tables beside Sarah and Tate who was trying to steal some food, when Maggie suddenly raised her hand.
“Everyone, stop what you’re doing,” she called out in her usual firm voice. The sound of clattering metal stopped almost instantly. Even Tate, who rarely took anything seriously, froze with a spoon still in his hand. Maggie’s tired eyes raked over us all before she smiled slightly. “You h
