Mika
I arrived at the pack house well after the festivities, and my shift had begun, my heart racing with the hope that no one would take notice of my late entrance.
The sounds of laughter and music spilled from the open doors, starkly contrasting the quiet determination driving me. As I stepped inside, I immediately set to work, my focus shifting to the duties at hand. I fixed my gaze on the floor, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might notice me.
The air was thick with the lingering scent of food and the faint echoes of celebration, a reminder of the joy happening beyond the walls that I couldn't join in.
I moved through the spacious house, meticulously cleaning up the remnants left by the pack members—dropped napkins, half-finished drinks, and scraps of food strewn across the
