The summit loomed large on the horizon, both metaphorically and literally. The Silverpine Pack’s mountain lodge, chosen as neutral ground, sat nestled in the Rockies like a diplomatic minefield disguised by pine and snow.

The lodge, recently upgraded with reinforced walls and what Lisa called "aesthetically aggressive flower arrangements," had become the meeting point for Alphas from all neighboring territories.

Celeste stood at the edge of the great hall, staring at a clipboard like it ...