I felt a surge of anger, then a fierce determination. This was all wrong. And I was going to fix it. I called for meetings, made lists, and gave out orders. "Everyone to the orphanage with clothes! Get a team to the elderly wing immediately! We're reorganizing the kitchen supplies! I want reports on what our Warriors are eating, and I want healthy alternatives by tomorrow!" My voice echoed through the Pack House, firm and strong.
Just as I was drawing up a new schedule for the women's groups, a tiny hand tugged on my skirt. I looked down. Marco, beaming, holding Isabella’s hand.
"Mommy!" he chirped.
"How are you sweetheart," I said softly.
She offered a shy smile, then hid a little behind Marco a bit. I felt a pull, a warmth spreading through me. It wasn't just general affection; it w
