Wren’s POVCole offered me his arm as we climbed the steps of Dante’s pack house, looking serious. “You know this is a reception, not an execution,” I reminded him as I slipped my hand through his arm.“With your social life, I prepare for both,” Cole replied, adjusting his tie. His mouth curved when I glanced at it, clearly pleased with himself for wearing it.“A sacrifice history will remember,” I told him. His teasing helped until we entered and I saw the elders, neighboring Alphas, and business representatives already gathering inside.Before we reached the main hall, an attendant approached us. “Miss Sinclair, Alpha Dante would like to see you briefly about yesterday’s Thornbridge deliveries,” he explained briefly.Cole raised an eyebrow, so I pointed at him before he could speak. “Work. It is about work,” I warned, making his amused expression deepen as I followed the attendant away.Dante stood in a smaller sitting room, fastening one cuff while his jacket rested across a chair
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