The summit loomed large on the horizon, both metaphorically and literally. The Silverpine Pack’s mountain lodge, chosen as neutral ground, sat nestled in the Rockies like a diplomatic minefield disguised by pine and snow.
The lodge, recently upgraded with reinforced walls and what Lisa called "aesthetically aggressive flower arrangements," had become the meeting point for Alphas from all neighboring territories.
Celeste stood at the edge of the great hall, staring at a clipboard like it owed her money. “Why do we have two buffets?” she asked.
Lisa beamed, clearly proud. “Because the Eastern Alpha has a gluten allergy and the Western Alpha is on a raw carnivore diet. Don’t even get me started on the vegan pack.”
Hunter walked in just as Celeste massaged her temples. “Did I hear somethi
