Bianca
I rubbed my eyes, glancing at the clock on my desk. Just past midnight. I’d been working on this proposal for almost three hours now, ever since the idea had hit me while I was lying in bed, unable to sleep.
Isaac was out with Ethan tonight—they were having drinks with Alpha Donovan in the hopes of convincing him to donate, and I hadn’t been invited. Not that I minded. The peace and quiet gave me time to work without Isaac hovering over me, and it wasn’t as if I could drink alcohol anyway.
The idea had come to me suddenly: a welfare program specifically designed to encourage adoptions as part of the Shelter project. It would provide financial incentives and other resources to families willing to adopt rogue orphans. I hoped that it would drive more interest toward the Sh
