Zane POV
I wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but strategy meetings in my office with Sarah, Melissa, Travis, Lainey, and “don’t call me Tony, that’s my father’s name” Whitfield became a regular thing.
Today’s meeting was about a press junket Melissa wanted to go on to promote education for betas and gammas.
Of course, I should have realized Sarah would plunge in with both feet.
“What about omegas?” she asked.
I and everyone else felt the tension in the room increase, except for Sarah, whose expression made it seem she was discussing the weather, not werewolves’ greatest shame.
“They are an important cause,” Melissa finally said. “But they’re not involved in this.”
“They’re not a cause,” Sarah said. “They’re a group of people being treated like garbage.”
“Involving omegas at this
