Eleanor's POV
The supermall was a buzzing hive of activity. It wasn't jam-packed, but there were people everywhere. If the place wasn't so massive, with its high ceilings and multiple floors creating so much space, it would have felt overwhelmingly crowded.
We were tucked away in the women's clothing section, a colorful maze of racks and displays. Roxy let out an exaggerated sigh, her arms crossed. "Why am I always dragged along on these expeditions?"
Mira, flipping through a rack of dresses with a critical eye, didn't even look up. "Weren't you the one who declared we're a pack now? Pack members shop together."
"You know that's not exactly what I meant," Roxy grumbled.
Mira finally glanced over, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Stop whining. Look on the bright side. In a place like this, there's always a chance some freaks will cause trouble. Gives you a legitimate reason to beat someone up, right?"
