Chapter 8
Darren’s gaze drifted to his watch. Just after eleven. Aden’s meeting should be in full swing. The thought of all those pack leaders in one place made him nervous. Almost as nervous as the sight of all the pack leaders flocking around Oliver. The fact that Oliver’s party was on the same night as Aden’s summit was Darren’s first, and last, stroke of luck. And it wasn’t even that lucky. It really only allowed him a single day to track down August—not an easy thing to do since he didn’t dare call her—tell her the plan, convince her to go along with it, and find the equipment necessary to make the plan a success. He didn’t dare let Aden down, not after reassuring him everything would work, but it was sure as hell tempting to throw everything out and just do it himself, regardless of
