Working for the Alpha
Part 2: Harvest Moon
Daisy
I stood at the front of the room, fidgeting nervously. People filed passed me, offering me their greetings and condolences that I barely heard. I was supposed to be humble and appreciative, return their sympathy for our shared grief, but it was taking all my willpower not to run out the doors and pretend it wasn't my duty to mitigate the pack's sorrow, putting my own on the back burner. The black suit I wore was pristine, but there was dirt under my short fingernails from the weeding I'd done in the morning, and I knew there was still a lot of work that needed to be done.
Work I'd much rather be doing instead of saying my final goodbyes to my father.
I reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear, wishing I could pull it back into a ponyta
