I was in high spirits as I sent Jared off to his little pack at school, planting a quick kiss in the air before he bounded off like a young wolf eager for the day. His excitement always reminded me how much life pulsed through our small family pack. Once he disappeared around the corner, I hailed a cab, the city buzzing like a forest alive with the scent of other packs, and headed to the atelier.
The office was already humming with energy, the air thick with ambition and territorial tension. I dove into my designs, letting my instincts guide my hands across the sketches. The morning was a blur of lines and colors, but I managed to answer a few important messages before we gathered for the pack meeting. Felicia, ever the Alpha in corporate form, was demanding new designs to push the company forward. She prowled the room with the confidence of one used to dominance, expecting results from our creative den.
