ISABEL'S POV.
It was yet another morning of work, this time around in the vegetable garden, and the air was thick with the smell of earth and fresh greens. I was bent over, plucking ripe tomatoes from their vines, while Lila and a few other omegas worked across from me, talking in hushed voices. The sounds of laughter and lighthearted conversation filled the garden from a group of female pack members that stood a short distance away. They were gathered near the lettuce patch, discussing the upcoming annual ball.
The annual end-of-year gala for werewolves was just a couple of days away, and the pack was going crazy preparing for it, especially the females.
I could catch some of their conversation. They spoke about the grand hall’s decorations, the dazzling gowns, and, most importantly, t
