“What are your orders, Alpha?” Philippe inquires, his voice full of belief that I will have some sort of answer. I’m grateful for him, but also at a loss.
“Ella?” I ask, wishing I could see her. “You know the ways of humans far better than we do. Do you have any thoughts?”
There’s a short pause, and then her silken voice floats up from the device. “People are afraid, and right now they see us as their enemies… as monsters from horror films who are all cut from the same cloth as Damon. I think the best thing we can do is show them that they aren’t suffering alone. Show them that Damon does not reflect all shifters, and that our people don’t want him in power any more than they do.” Another pause, and I can imagine my mate’s beautiful face scrunched up in deep thought. “I think we should
