Atlas's POV
I had been looking for Lisa all morning. I knocked on her door once, twice, and then a third time, but there was no answer. For a moment, I wondered if she’d managed to sneak out of the pack house—which would be bold even for someone like her—but then I spotted Calla walking past with a basket of clean linens.
“Where’s Lisa?” I asked, stepping into her path.
Calla blinked at me as if I had just asked for her entire life story. “She’s at the garden,” she said, adjusting the basket on her hip. “Why? You planning to start a garden war with her too?”
I smirked. “Don’t be jealous that I’m her favorite person to argue with.”
Calla rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. “If you ask me, she barely tolerates you.”
I grinned, ignoring her jab, and jogged off in the
