Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 102

**Chapter 102**

A storm brewed within Alex, his face twisting into a mask of fury. The silence that followed was heavy, laden with unspoken words, and without a single glance back, he erupted from the room, leaving a whirlwind of tension in his wake.

**Evelyn**

After we wrapped up our shopping spree, Lily, with her ever-optimistic spirit, proposed a detour to Jack’s farm. “The countryside is just what we need to lift our spirits,” she declared, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As we arrived at the farm, an older farmer greeted us, his skin weathered from years under the sun and his eyes reflecting a warmth that spoke of countless stories. “Welcome to our organic vegetable fields,” he introduced, gesturing expansively. “Here, we cultivate over seventy unique varieties, each selected for their remarkable nutritional benefits for our kind.”

Lily, ever the adventurous eater, plucked a small, sun-kissed yellow tomato from a nearby vine. She took a big bite, and her eyes lit up with sheer delight. “Oh my god, Eve! You have to taste this! It’s like nothing you’ve ever had from the grocery store!”

Intrigued, I picked one for myself, biting into the vibrant fruit. The sweetness burst on my tongue, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re absolutely right; this is extraordinary,” I replied, savoring the flavor.

Just then, Jack Swift emerged from the lush rows of greenery, a broad smile illuminating his face as he witnessed our reactions. “This is our family’s premium selection farm,” he explained proudly. “We practice natural farming methods—no pesticides, no chemicals. Just pure, wholesome cultivation. We supply most of the high-end produce to werewolf families across Seattle, along with select human clients.”

As I surveyed the sprawling fields, a newfound respect washed over me. I had underestimated the Swift family’s reach and resources. For a Beta family, they had carved out an impressively stable niche within the werewolf hierarchy.

“I spent a good chunk of my childhood here,” Jack continued, guiding us toward a greenhouse that glimmered in the sunlight. “My mother suffered from severe silver allergies, so the clean environment here was essential for her health. We don’t just grow for ourselves; we have a delivery service that caters to many in Seattle, including the Halls.”

“That’s quite an operation you’ve got,” I remarked, observing the dedicated workers tending to the crops with care. “But I imagine it must be a challenge to manage everything.”

Jack nodded, his expression turning serious. “It is. Most of our workers are getting older, and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to find young people who want to take up farming.”

A thought struck me, and I couldn’t help but voice it. “Have you thought about integrating more technology into your processes? I could design a smart system to monitor soil moisture, temperature fluctuations, and even pest detection. It could be tailored to identify plants that are harmful to werewolves.”

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