ROMAN
I stared at the pages spread across my desk, begrudgingly impressed. Vanessa West's plans for the Alpha Ball were nothing short of meticulous. Every detail had been anticipated, every potential conflict addressed before it could arise. The woman thought like a seasoned Luna—better than most, if I was being honest.
My inner wolf, Kael, rumbled with approval. *She has always been exceptional.*
I ignored him, focusing instead on the seating arrangements she'd drafted. Rival packs positioned with strategic neutral territories between them. Historical allies grouped together to strengthen existing bonds. Even the menu had been thoughtfully curated to respect various pack preferences without seeming to favor any particular territory.
"Sorry I'm late," Vanessa said, striding into the conference room.
