As Alpha Kylie performs her diplomatic duties and gets the meeting started from the head of the table, I can’t help admiring how well she is holding herself together. Her daughter is still missing, and we don’t even know whose custody she is in anymore, and yet there she stands, speaking to a room of people as if nothing is amiss, acting like it’s just any old topic on the agenda for us to address today. I also can’t help allowing my attention to wander a bit, stealing glances at those assembled around this table. We’re in Utah again because there’s no such thing as being too careful, and it’s a different room than before because the Alpha running the hotel just gives us whatever conference space he has available at the time, but the faces are pretty much the same. Kylie and her three mat

