Olivia POV
I tried to tell myself I was happy to oversee another meeting of the White Paw Initiative, even though it was the second WPI meeting that week.
This was the kind of administrative micro-oversight that killed organizations, yet no one around me seemed to recognize the danger of having yet another gathering to make speeches to each other. I listened while a Ravencrest Ambassador droned on about basically what she’d talked about last time: they needed to avoid being the “bad” Pack.
OK, I thought. Behave better; now shut up.
Though the room was large, it was overly warm with so many sitting in the rows of chairs facing the panel where I and Ines sat. Emma was sitting in the front row in an eye-catching dark red dress and kept turning her head to look back over the audience whene
