Rebecca's pov
“Okay, everyone’s here, right?” Mia asked, glancing around as she locked the door behind us once we got to the dorm.
“How’s Getz?” Erin, one of our dormmates and fellow slave, asked. Earlier, I’d mentioned we were eight in this cramped dorm: Erin, Tyla, and Fiona had been out running errands for the pack all morning, so they’d only heard from Mia about Getty’s condition. We were like a small, close-knit family here, except for Lucy, the manager, who was never around in the dorm room.
“She’s fine; she’ll be getting the surgery,” I replied casually, a bit tired of repeating the same good news.
“By the way, why are you all in here?” I asked, noticing how everyone was gathered instead of preparing dinner. “Who’s supposed to be making dinner if we’re all here?”
“Oh, the main
