Ava
“This is why I’m proposing a five-step plan,” Chris announced, standing at the head of the meeting table. “Five steps to help integrate the Omegas into society without upending our entire pack.”
The Elders, seated around the large oaken table, glanced at each other wordlessly. I could sense the silent exchanges between them; they were nervous. This decree, after all, had sparked an unprecedented change in our pack.
“And what, pray tell, are the five steps?” Elder Elise asked, leaning forward on her elbows.
“Yes,” Elder Degas chimed in with his gravelly, weathered voice. “We need to know the specifics.”
Chris nodded. “Of course. The five steps are as follows…”
Over the following half hour, Chris went into excruciating—and impressive—detail on his plan. The plan b
