Mirage’s P.O.V
“Why do I need to go to a greenhouse again?” I asked Freya as she walked beside me, a small basket in her hands that held a bunch of seedlings she planned on planting at the greenhouse.
First of all, why did the pack even have a greenhouse? They could get anything they wanted from the market or just order in deliveries or something?
But instead of all that, we were now standing in front of a humongous greenhouse, made almost completely of glass. It was at least twenty feet tall and I could already see several plants and trees inside. It was located towards the outskirts of the forest, right at the end of the pack territory, away from all the hustle and bustle of the pack. The environment here was peaceful, quiet.