Rosette's POV
It's after breakfast that the Alpha calls everyone to the outside of the pack house, saying to bring all of our luggage, or in my case a bag, so that we, I, can start packing cars. All of the pack is wearing formal attire. For me, I'm wearing clothes that can pass as formal, but not too formal as I don't have actual formal wear. I watch as everyone piles into the multiple cars that the pack owns, only to see my grandfather have the keys to a car in his hand even though he is older than the legal driving age.
I quickly pack all of the luggage into the backs of each car, taking note of whose bag goes into each car, as it depends on who is in the car. Getting to the car that my grandfather is going to drive, I subtly snag the keys from his hand, not sure if he noticed or not.
