Caliana's POV
After my quick visit to the packhouse, I walked to the manor slowly, my hands in my jeans, and was lost in my thoughts when I received a notification on my phone, my account had been credited by the pack's finance department, how do they have my bank details?
I called Mr. Tim. I waited for him near the park and in ten minutes, he arrived with his van. He took off his white cowboy hat and waved at me.
"Good afternoon, Luna!"
"Hello, Mr. Tim,"
I got into the van and we went to an open market to get supplies for our stray friends outside our borders.
"What are we getting this month?" Mr. Tim asked with a smile once we stopped.
"I think we should get some clothing for them, foodstuff and medication and if there is change, we can get some books and toys for
