Grant’s POV
It’s already night, and the preparations for the stupid Annual pack gathering are still underway. When is this going to end? I’m not really excited to go even from the start. I don’t even want to host this Annual Pack Gathering, but I do not have any choice. They forced me to do it. So I’m just going to make them work overtime so that it’ll finish ahead of schedule. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do at this point. I already had them work overtime for the past couple of days before the guests even started arriving. Hopefully, they won’t complain about one more night of hard work.
“Grant?” Someone suddenly approached me from behind, and I thought something had gone wrong for a moment there.
“Yeah? What do you need?” I said in a concerned tone of voice, and I don’t know if
