I got myself ready to leave the house, dressed smartly in a pair of high-waisted, wide-legged, black trousers. With a simple white tank top. My long dark hair I chose to tame, so the curls were manageable, and I clipped the sides back from my face. I slipped on a pair of simple black heels to finish my outfit, along with simple but stylish make-up too. I needed to make a good impression. I needed a job. There had still been no responses despite all the applications I had sent out.
“You ready to go Bai?” My Dad called up the stairs, and I smiled. He was not wasting the opportunity to go and see his friend, former Alpha Isaak, again. After we had called the pack and requested an appointment to discuss the role of teacher in the pack, my Dad had messaged Alpha Isaak to let him know, and ins
