Chapter 17
“Today we plan and practice,” the uber-alpha said the next morning. “Tomorrow we rest. Then we hit the ground running thirty-six hours from now at sunset. So let’s make those minutes count.”
Every gaze in the room turned to meet mine, waiting to see how I’d react to the fact that Hunter had effectively wrested control of our current operation out of my grip. I didn’t see what the big deal was, though. It wasn’t as if I’d ever been the kind of alpha who refused to share leadership opportunities. Case in point—the fact that Ginger and Glen had been heading up our fur-form hunts for as long as we’d been together.
Still, I did have some agenda items to add to Hunter’s simplistic analysis of the situation. “Sounds good,” I agreed, then began tossing out orders. “Ginger, I want you
