Emerald walked down the west corridor of the estate, her boots echoing on the polished stone. Frustration bubbled inside her, but she kept it under control—for now.
Just as she rounded the corner, Darius stepped out from one of the side rooms, arms full of papers. He nearly collided with her.
"Emerald," he said, startled. "Perfect timing. I was just about to come find you."
She arched a brow. "What is it now? Another threat?"
"Worse," he muttered. "The annual Alpha Summit is in a few days."
Emerald groaned. "You're joking."
"I wish I were."
She leaned against the wall. "And it's here?"
"I'm confirming the pack that will be hosting," Darius replied. "But you'll definitely be travelling."
Emerald's jaw ticked. "Fantastic. So I'll be locked in the same space as my three mates, council politics… and Rick… for days."
"And every other major Alpha from the continent."
Emerald rubbed at her temple. "This just keeps getting better."
