Third Persons POV,
"Clara, go get some oil from the store," the old cook called to the young girl that was busy stuffing the cupboard with the plates she had just washed.
"Okay, Mrs Brown," she answered and left to go to the store where the pack stored all their food that was meant to last a month.
When Clara walked down the hallway to the large store, she could hear a few girls gossiping and although she didn't plan on listening, it was only natural for her to hear them with her heightened hearing abilities.
"The new Alpha has also disappeared," she heard the first girl whisper, and then a gasp was heard from the other girl who Clara supposed was listening.
"What are you talking about Ramona, I told you to be careful of what you spread," the girl who had just gasped scolded.
