Chapter 2

Three years later, the International Pack Security Summit was held at the Trilton Hotel in Manhattan, New York.

Three years of training in Europe transformed me completely, and I rose to become the youngest S-class strategic advisor, commanding tactical and leadership skills far beyond the ordinary.

Each strategy and decision was built through countless simulations.

Today, I was set to attend the summit as a surprise guest. Before that, I would need to observe the wolf packs from North America.

Under the alias Erin White, I wore a plain black suit and a pair of non-prescription glasses. I pulled my hair back into a low bun.

With a standard attendee pass in hand, I picked a seat in a corner.

The pre-summit cocktail party was in full swing as the hall was filled with chatter.

“I heard that the S-class consultant will be demonstrating her zero-casualty tactics today,” a young werewolf exclaimed excitedly.

“She’s Erin White.” His companion kept his voice down. “Apparently, her battle strategies have never once failed.”

“My cousin once witnessed Erin in action in Europe,” another chimed in. “Her speed and strength are unparalleled.”

“Rumor has it that she’s making tens of millions a year.”

“It’s more than that! She charged the pack in Italy five million dollars as a consultant for three months.”

“I’d give anything to meet her in person.”

The Silver Moon Pack arrived.

Lucas walked at the front. His three years as an Alpha sharpened his authority and maturity. However, I could read the exhaustion in his eyes.

The Silver Moon Pack’s recent struggles were no secret in the werewolf world.

The woman by Lucas’ side caught my eye. She was Laura Black, the only daughter of the Black Rock Pack’s Alpha. Rumors of a mating alliance were already circulating.

Laura was draped in a twenty-thousand-dollar Dior haute couture dress, a pink diamond necklace sparkling brilliantly around her neck.

Samanta trailed behind Laura, adorned in Hermes from head to toe. Her Birkin bag was worth at least thirty hundred thousand dollars. She was in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s external affairs, a position every wolf knew how she had secured.

Marcus remained steadfastly behind Lucas as always.

They strode straight into the VIP section, where leather sofas and expensive champagne were set up exclusively for the Alphas.

I pulled my attention back to the documents in hand. These were confidential files detailing the power dynamics of all the wolf packs.

Samantha, holding a glass of champagne, walked past me.

She strutted on her 4-inch heels, carrying herself with an air of arrogance. Suddenly, her pace faltered.

As a werewolf, she had a keen sense of smell. Despite the use of special scent blockers, I could not hide certain things, and that was a wolf’s signature scent.

She glanced back at me with a frown. However, my lowered head, glasses, and different hairstyle threw her off. Samantha shook her head in confusion and went on her way.

Ten minutes later, she returned and stopped near me.

“This scent…” She mumbled under her breath and leaned in with a step.

With nowhere to run and hide, I picked my head up.

Samantha’s eyes widened. “T-This can’t be… You’re…”

She drew closer, her face inches from mine as her eyes scanned my features.

In the end, she let out a shriek. “Oh, my Moon Goddess! Ava! Is that you? Is it really you?”