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 ...