Victor turned, his amber eyes calculating. "Have them delivered directly to your residence. You're the Beta, no one questions your mail."
Ethan Sr. nodded slowly, already working through the logistics. "Dorothy's studio is separate from the main packhouse. If we're careful..."
"She can work in peace without the whole pack breathing down her neck." Victor finished the thought. "This competition, how prestigious is it?"
"National level. Thousands of applicants, only a handful of finalists." Pride crept into the Beta's voice despite his efforts to remain neutral. "She's been working toward this for years. Submitting pieces under her initials, building a reputation outside pack politics."
"Smart girl." Victor's respect was evident. "She understood the game before anyone taught her the rule
