#CHAPTER 222: Pack Alpha Colette

Sarah POV Two days after our “day off,” we were flying to Orleans Territory, where we would meet up not only with fifty-odd Pack Alphas but also the full complement of Operation Lieutenant. Zane saw me smiling to myself and leaned in to murmur over the roar of the Gulfstream, “Something fun to share?” “Our conspiracy group,” I said. “We’ve never been all in one room together before. What if it turns out we don’t actually like each other?” He chuckled. “You just watch. I bet the Torrins will adopt Delia.” “I still can’t believe they didn’t warn us about Matthew’s revolution.” Zane shrugged. “Loose lips. The ambassador had a lot on her plate.” “So, tell me why there are fifty Pack Alphas at this summit when the last one had two hundred.” “Because the purpose of the annual summit is to have everyone brush elbows, which is why I didn’t mind skipping it this year. This is a meeting to actually get work done.” I looked over to the girls, who were working on their tablets.