SADIE
The war room smells of coffee and revolution at seven in the morning. My human pack sits across from Dante and me, looking simultaneously out of place and perfectly at home in this supernatural seat of power. Julie has her lawyer face on—the one that's won cases against Fortune 500 companies. Melanie fidgets with her phone, probably monitoring our media mentions. Ella brought pastries that make the whole room smell like butter and possibility.
"So." Julie sets down a folder thick enough to kill someone. "We have a proposition."
"You're leaving." The words taste like ash even though I understand. They're human. They have lives beyond my supernatural drama. Families who don't shift under full moons.
"Are you insane?" Suki's laugh fills the space between us. "After everything? The
