CHAPTER 17 Moving On

  Avery's POV

  The days since I arrived in the Midnight Pack had been nothing short of a whirlwind. Securing work hadn't been easy, I'd spent hours trudging through unfamiliar streets, facing rejection after rejection, until I stumbled upon the little bar nestled on the outskirts of town.

  Greg, the owner, had been kind enough to take a chance on me. He hadn't asked for much, just that I show up on time, be willing to work hard, and keep the patrons happy. It sounded simple, but in practice, the job was anything but.

  Most days, I was on my feet for hours, weaving through a sea of people with trays full of drinks and trying to keep up with orders shouted across the bar. By the end of each shift, my feet ached, and my back protested with every movement. And yet, as grueling as the work was, I felt... satisfied.