Eve woke to find all three of her mates already dressed in business casual....button-downs and slacks, looking every bit the Alpha leadership they were.
"Morning," she mumbled, stretching. "What's going on? Why are you all dressed?"
"Pack alliance meeting," Damian said, adjusting his collar in the mirror. "Virtual. Starts in twenty minutes."
"Alliance meeting?" Eve sat up. "With who?"
"Northern Packs Alliance. They want to discuss coordinating reform implementation across territories." Damon appeared with coffee for her. "It's important but tedious. Probably going to last an hour, maybe more."
"We were supposed to travel to their territory for it," Silas added, settling on the edge of the bed. "But we decided to do it virtually instead."
"Why?" Eve sipped her coffee gratefully.
All three of her mates turned to look at her with identical expressions of dark hunger.
