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Gabrielle followed Alistair and Doc into the conference room of the administration building. She didn’t want to be here, but Alistair insisted. She forced herself to remain impassive as she moved to a seat on Alistair’s right.
“Two visits from the Shifter Council in as many days,” one of the councilors waiting for them remarked. “It almost makes one wonder just what is going on out here. Have you lost your touch, Alistair?”
Gabrielle felt her cat rise toward the surface, and she fought the urge to strike out at the snide wolf councilor.
Alistair chuckled. “Councilor Markos, if you think administering a shifter community with an emerging primogenitor is any kind of easy, I invite you to take my job so I can return to the peace and quiet of Boston.” Markos did not say a word, and Alis
